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SO…As you can tell, I haven’t blogged in a little while. I have a ton of half-finished blog posts sitting on my computer waiting for me to get my shit together and finish them. The problem is that my mind is mush right now and I’m totally unfocused. After a lengthy discussion with the hottie I’m seeing (dating with a small d), he brought up a good point: I LIKE RULES.
I don’t currently have any rules or structure in my life. I’m an unemployed mess. I spend my most of my days as follows: job hunting, going to the pool, going to the gym, watching tv, playing on facebook & twitter, and hanging out with my friends if I feel like it. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m having an affair…I know I know, I’m still technically in a relationship but this affair started a long time ago and it’s never ending.
This affair was brought to mind by this comment from my wonderful friend Kristin
“pack only what you can carry in your car. become a stranger. struggle to make it”
I’m having an affair with my stuff.
I’m scared of hell to sell all of my things that I have collected since I gained my independence by having my own place to live during college. I’m an Army Brat so I’ve never really had a true place to call home. Yes I lived in NC since I was in 8th grade but with my parents yelling at each other all the time from 8th grade until their divorce, it never really felt like home. So I started my love affair with my things and I’m sure it’s not healthy.
I’m not talking about having the latest and greatest gear. I’m talking about the dresser that I got from my friend Nick for a steal because he packed up & went to New Mexico. I’m talking about my bed that I got almost brand new from my dad because he liked his old one better. I’m also talking about my tiny black nightstand that was passed from PartyEastCarolina member through the years. I was going to actually part with it before I left college but I didn’t get the chance. I’m talking about the desk that my buddy Jon helped me pick up from some strange guy’s apartment and load into his car in the middle of the night.
I’m not a hoarder. I promise lol but it’s hard for me to see myself with nothing. Starting from scratch. Sleeping on a cheap futon because that’s all I would be able to afford if I just took off with just my clothes, my car & no job.
But then I remember that they are just THINGS. Things can be replaced and all the people that gave me these things are still a part of my life and they all helped shape me so that I can be a new person. And I thank them for this…..
But I still want to take my bed