At my boyfriend’s house, all alone. I think his mom was supposed to be here, but she would be awake by now if she was. Oh well.
It’s been a long absence. That’s mostly because a) summer is boring and there isn’t really much to write about and b) between work, no internet, and recent moving, there wasn’t any time. Oh well to that too.
Trying to get back into writing in general. Started something in a style I’m not used to but that seems to be coming naturally and that I’m comfortable with. I like it. Well, the writing part. Not so sure about the story part yet, but it looks like it is going to go in a direction I didn’t plan, which is fine.
Like I said, I moved recently. It’s a little over 10 miles more away from everything than I already was, but at least it’s in the country and there’s a shower, AC, and internet. The last one I don’t take for granted so much, but AC is nice to have if you can and our shower head falling off at my dad’s was the final dealbreaker. I wish he had a phone. Sometimes I’d like to talk to him.
Considering moving back in with Mom next semester. Not sure yet. I guess it depends on how my schedule works out. I love living in the country, but I kind of miss her all the same. Maybe I should just look for a job I love instead. Aside from the corporate mindset and inability to fire the people who are jerks but bring in the most money, it’s a pretty good place to work. There are enough good people to make it worth it, and for the first time ever I don’t worry about what my paycheck will read because I know I can afford to eat and deal with (most) emergencies now. In that way, this job is truly a blessing. And, sadly, I like selling things. It’s fun to talk to people and help them.
Confessions: I wish I could go to grad school, but I’m pretty sure that’s not where I -need- to be going. I need to be around the youth, these specific kids, and I love them and am not ready to leave them either. Plus there is no way I could afford to support myself without a real full-time job, not just a grad student teaching job, and I wouldn’t have a place to live if I left this area. Maybe one day? I would like to. I like school when I’m able to focus on it and not stress about money or work, like now. I still don’t have enough time to do everything now, but being in the country and around trees and the sun and friends really helps me mentally and I’m able to get a lot of reading done at work. Plus if I teach, I’ll have a lot of time to write and the scenery changes enough to keep it interesting. It’s taken me a long time to realize this, but I love people, and a love for people is what fuels my writing but serving also takes precedence over it. Teaching and writing are both ways of serving, in a way, but teaching is active and personal in a way that writing isn’t, and it is also a means to write. Blahblahblah.
I miss my kitten. :( I wish I could give her to Seth, but she would just get shot or run over here.