I SWEAR I DO.
I went from Atlanta to San Francisco in January. And now I'm here. In California. After over fifteen years of being away from my home, I'm here.
It's like a part of my soul is back. I am whole, no missing pieces. I am home.
I rent an attic studio in a house built in the twenties. The owners are a very nice elderly couple who live downstairs. I feel very much like a starving artist. Sorta. Minus the starving part. There's a Safeway less than a mile away.
I HAVE FRIENDS.
I don't even know how to explain Catfacts so I'm not even going to bother trying.
I HAD A JOB. BRIEFLY.
I don't like liars. You call me in for an interview for your nonprofit. You imply both on the website and during the call that it's for an office job. During the interview, you tell me I will actually be canvassing door to door.
Um. Okay. Will I have a partner to walk around with? Yes? Okay, that's okay.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WILL BE ALONE IN A STRANGE NEIGHBORHOOD AT NIGHT WITH NO IDEA WHERE ANY ONE ELSE IS????
I lasted a whole day and a half. Go me.
I STILL NEED A JOB.
Help. Writing? Arts? SECRETARY? I'm up for anything that doesn't involve direct communication with customers.
I AM ENGAGED! :D
Peter and I became officially official in January, having been unofficially official since the ball. He and I have dated on and off for the last three years, and he proposed (for the third time) last month. Date is set for November 2nd, 2014.
AND THAT'S MY LIFE. WOO.
(Also I went to Japan and it was awesome)