So, I didn't think this was ever going to happen for two reasons...one, I didn't know what Xanga would look like; and two, I didn't know I'd need it again.
Well, here I am.
After doing all kinds of things - talking about my thoughts on FB, trying out WP and Blogger - here I am, back where it all started. Will I post every day like I used to? I have no idea. All I know is I'm here now.
I can't even remember when I last posted here, so I'll say a little about where I am now. I'm 36 and I work at a nonprofit. I still live in Tallahassee. I make a decent amount - a lot more than I did when I left, let alone when I started - and I also have an academic side hustle.
A lot's happened over the last few months, the main thing being the changes going on at the day job. I'm now doing the work of three people (the other two were let go) and things are only going to get busier.
I'm also fighting the urge to move back home and spend more time with my parents. So many of my friends and relatives have lost at least one, and I keep getting sobering reminders that mine won't be here forever.
Nothing going on in the love/attraction life: my taste has improved, but the results haven't. When you're 26 and nothing is going on in that area, you don't think much of it. When you're 36, it starts to matter a little more. Oh well: que sera sera. The frustrating thing is that I think I'm a much better person than I've ever been - learned from mistakes, haven't repeated them - and I've somehow become far less attractive than I was. I've even gained about 40 pounds (pretty much in the last four years) and...sigh. I keep telling my married friends (which is pretty much all of them now) that I'm the proof of how special their situations are in that I show they're not for everybody.
Still have pretty much all the same interests as I did before, although I don't listen to music nearly as much...well, not current music. I also don't go out nearly as much, but who goes out as much in a college town at 36 as they did at 26? Students have seen me out.
Anyway, I know this is really jumbled; but I guess that's where I am in life and how I feel: jumbled. Nothing seems right. I went home last week: in some ways, it was everything I wanted it to be. In others, it seems like I failed at every turn. It's not like that with different matters, it's like that with the same events/things.
I can't really explain it to anyone, because I'm not sure anyone would understand. Even if they did, they couldn't do anything about it. I just feel alone...well, because I am. All my friends except two have left, all the people I really trusted at work left, and the only family I have here is my cousin's ex-husband (who has really been cool to me over the years, I must say).
I can't say I'm writing to make myself feel better...I don't know why I am. Maybe as I keep writing I'll figure it out.
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