So, I'm really starting to think that this Ron Paul might just be the guy I'm to root for. Shit, anyone who wants to dismantle the IRS and stop spending billions of dollars to try to govern the world has got my vote. Learn more about him here.
My luck is turning around. The I-Ching has a passage that says something along the lines of, "Extreme misfortune is followed by times of extreme good fortune." I'm feeling that now. That's what helped me keep my head up through all the crap I've been through lately. It feels good to know that I can handle buckets of rain pouring on my head and still manage to find the sun in the end. (Haha, literally today, as I was working in the rain.)
So when my boyfriend and I moved out here 2 years ago, I was really hoping to have our own place to ourselves, somewhere where our love for each other and the arts could flourish. And now, after 2 years of living with messy boys, drunk boys, drugged out boys, (not that I don't love all of those boys just the same,) and being the only girl, Nate and I are FINALLY moving into our own place. I couldn't be more excited. We're moving to a great neighborhood in an awesome apartment, (no more bikes stolen and windows broken, no more sharing the bathroom with 3 guys,) and we even get the entire attic space of the building to ourselves. This is major, because Nate and I have been needing a space to dedicate to our art and music, both passions of ours that have suffered and nearly been snuffed out due to lack of space and privacy. That attic is perfect. Actually, the whole place is perfect. I see this as a huge step towards a better future, as well as a step back to ourselves, if that makes sense.
And, as much as it sucks in a lot of ways, I think this meter reading gig is a good thing. I never thought I could hold down a full-time job, but it's pretty cool to get to explore the city in a way I never have before, and meet all sorts of weirdos with creepy basements and trespass on private properties and pretty much be my own boss. The weather can be shitty, and I get lost a lot since the routes are never in sequence or have clear instructions, ( I absolutely HATE being lost,) and I think my left ankle is starting to get pretty fucked up, but for the most part it's cool. I think I'll stick it out.
So yeah, life kicks ass. I'm going to start taking bellydance lessons soon as well, and then life is going to kick even more ass.
What's up on your end?
My luck is turning around. The I-Ching has a passage that says something along the lines of, "Extreme misfortune is followed by times of extreme good fortune." I'm feeling that now. That's what helped me keep my head up through all the crap I've been through lately. It feels good to know that I can handle buckets of rain pouring on my head and still manage to find the sun in the end. (Haha, literally today, as I was working in the rain.)
So when my boyfriend and I moved out here 2 years ago, I was really hoping to have our own place to ourselves, somewhere where our love for each other and the arts could flourish. And now, after 2 years of living with messy boys, drunk boys, drugged out boys, (not that I don't love all of those boys just the same,) and being the only girl, Nate and I are FINALLY moving into our own place. I couldn't be more excited. We're moving to a great neighborhood in an awesome apartment, (no more bikes stolen and windows broken, no more sharing the bathroom with 3 guys,) and we even get the entire attic space of the building to ourselves. This is major, because Nate and I have been needing a space to dedicate to our art and music, both passions of ours that have suffered and nearly been snuffed out due to lack of space and privacy. That attic is perfect. Actually, the whole place is perfect. I see this as a huge step towards a better future, as well as a step back to ourselves, if that makes sense.
And, as much as it sucks in a lot of ways, I think this meter reading gig is a good thing. I never thought I could hold down a full-time job, but it's pretty cool to get to explore the city in a way I never have before, and meet all sorts of weirdos with creepy basements and trespass on private properties and pretty much be my own boss. The weather can be shitty, and I get lost a lot since the routes are never in sequence or have clear instructions, ( I absolutely HATE being lost,) and I think my left ankle is starting to get pretty fucked up, but for the most part it's cool. I think I'll stick it out.
So yeah, life kicks ass. I'm going to start taking bellydance lessons soon as well, and then life is going to kick even more ass.
What's up on your end?
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if you left ankle is starting to get fucked up go see a decent shoe store and see if they can get you a good pair of shoes/boots that are ment for walking all day
glad things are goin great guns for ya