Because tomorrow might be good for something

[tasyfa]

September 24, 2003 is when I arrived here (three days before Hurricane Juan smacked the city; I do have excellent timing *rolls eyes*). I was, in a word, a mess. Today, I am...less messy. I shall never be a nice, neat little package but I'm okay with that. I dislike perfection anyway. My head is back on straight (so to speak :P) and I need to lose

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[and_ed]

Today, I am...less messy. I'll drink to that. *toasts you with Diet Coke* I hope you find a place where you do feel like you belong but in the mean time, I'm very glad I've 'met' you. *hugs*

And Unwell is one of my all time favorite songs. =)

[tasyfa]

Unwell is goodness. *emphatic nod* It's good to have it explicitly pointed out that everybody else is also fucked up so really, you're okay. *g* *hugs*

[looking_spiffy]

Damn Mondays. *nuzzles* Upping sticks completely will be good for your soul; perhaps entirely new surroundings will be what you need to get doing, so to speak. But like you said, you've made progress on the most important part of yourself. Now you're, as you put it, less messy, perhaps other work can begin.

Also, ♥

[tasyfa]

*laughs* Mondays do seem to push my emo button, don't they? *cuddles up*

[oh_johnny_]

I've not had such difficulty meeting people with whom I resonate ever before. Four years here has taught me that as wonderful a location as this is for my physical health, with such an incredible improvement in my environmental allergies, and as healing as it's been for me otherwise, I don't belong here.

I know that one. I lived in the woods outside Perth for four years, in a community of aging hippies and artists. In an entire lifetime of feeling apart, I'd never felt quite that apart. Which was too bad, as the area itself was wonderful for me in a lot of ways.

[tasyfa]

Aie, I can't even imagine that. I think some of my angst is because the stuckedness is currently due mainly to things outside of my control. It's not because I'm procrastinating, or because I'm broke, etc.; plus it's all tied in with my anxiety over not *knowing* exactly what it is that's going on and not being able to really make much in the way of plans until I do know.

Also? I don't know that I've ever explicitly stated it, but it bums me out that I now have a good half dozen people on my flist who live/work within an hour's drive of where I used to live when I was in Ontario, and I'm not there anymore. Severely annoying, that. (Not to mention a great big irony the likes of which Ms. Morrissette wouldn't understand. :P)