I've been quiet for a while. I could say that I've been busy...but that's really not why. I've been spending a good deal of time working on me. It's about damn time. And I've been feeling better the past couple of months...really figuring out what I want in life.
So...updates:
I finally decided to give dating a try again. Shocking...I know. Men are still idiots...and I truly hate the process...but there is now some part of me that is hopeful that a relationship is possible. Which is new. My dad's idea of me dating? Surely with the amount of injuries I've suffered and will suffer...I should be able to snag a doctor on one of my many trips to the ER. Thanks Dad. I love you too.
Work has been going well. I finally found out what my new job is...and I'm really going to like it. And I'm now scheduled for my first work trip in a few months...and I'm actually really excited about it. I'm going back to Spokane (if the weather holds up for me to get there)...so it will be nice going back to WA.
And I'm moving. It feels like I'm moving backwards. When I was 21 and fresh out of college, I moved into a 2 bedroom, 850 square foot apartment. I had my own washer and dryer. I had a dishwasher. But I was in Middle America. But I had my own place. Then I moved to DC...and had roommates again...and we won't go over the living hell that turned out to be. Then Bri and I moved into our apartment. And it's been good. But she's moving back home...and I couldn't be more excited for her. It's what she wants to do...where she wants to be. So the year I turn 30...I'll be moving into a 250 square foot efficiency apartment.
Something seems extremely wrong with this picture.
In what seems like eons ago...I had hopes that I'd own my own home by the time I turned 26.
Don't get me wrong...I'm excited about having my own place again, and about being much closer to work. I am. But there is a part of me that's disappointed. And I'm not sure if it's in myself. Or just the situation in general.
I've been hiding this weekend. I've read 3 books. And I haven't worked out for anything. And it's because I wanted to turn my brain off. I didn't want to have to think about the situation...and come to terms with where I am.
But I can't do that forever. I know I can't. I know I need to. But all day I've had a knot in my stomach and in my throat...and in my heart. Deal with it, I must.
