Key-Glyph wrote:Thanks so much for the well-wishes, everybody -- and sorry it took so long for me to say so! It was really moving to see all that happiness for my happiness.
Things are continuing to roll along excellently with my health. There's more and more proof every day, every week. Yesterday Nathaniel and I dyed eggs for fun. Do you know how many years in a row we kept a Paas kit around in the hopes that one year I'd feel good enough to invest the energy into it? At least three. You heard right: sitting upright at a table to put tablets in vinegar and swoosh eggs around was once too much of an energy investment for me. But not this year!
I’m so happy for you, Key!
Back in December I posted about my job interviews in this thread. I also mentioned that my landlord had sold the apartment, and I had to move out before the first of the year. I haven’t taken the time to write up the whole experience because I’ve barely had time to catch my breath.
Long story short: I got the job. I’ve been busting my but trying to hustle up side gigs in graphic design for years. I can proudly say that I’m a full-time professional graphic designer now. It’s been a long road, but I’m finally getting there!
I moved from Richmond, Virginia to Newport News. I absolutely flipping love it out here. Newport News is a Penninsula between the mouths of two large Rivers on the Inland side of the Chesapeake bay. There are little beaches in every direction. The weather is sunny and mild.
I found an adorable old cottage for rent. I think it was built by the railroad about eighty-five years ago when they needed housing for all the workers laying track. I’m growing a garden. In the front yard. I’ve been having such a nice time that I haven’t even unboxed most of my video game collection.
I’m typing this message sitting on my front porch on a pleasant evening. My faithful old border collie is laying by my side. The Amtrak is lumbering slowly down the train tracks at the end of my block. I can hear the crickets starting to chirp.
I’m loving my life. I haven’t let myself say this until now. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to “just getting by” that actually
living feels foreign to me. I feel a strange trepidation... like I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. Can my life really be so good?
Here’s hoping!
But it's always bittersweet. It'll probably be 6 months old more before I can see them again, and even this time I felt so behind on what everyone was doing. T o of them are graduating, with one talking about moving out of state, and that just stresses me out. Plus, at this point I'm literally the only single one which makes me feel so awkward...
