Holy vampires, Batman. It's been a loooooooong time since I last updated. So much for my "one post a week" mantra. Psht. I figured it wouldn't be long...
Anyway I have some excitement for you lovelies. I have a job! I'm helping to take care of my best friend's grandma, who, at the young age of 92, is recovering from spine surgery. It's a long road but she's a trooper. My job doesn't consist of much. I basically help her get up in the morning, do some exercises, cook her meals, make sure she doesn't fall, force her to take her meds and keep her company. There is a lot of downtime, since she sleeps a lot. I make pretty good money, which is great. I'm actually gonna miss the job when I move this fall, which brings me to the next piece of excitement...
...I still haven't figured out where I'll be living! Yay! Although I think I have narrowed it down to the beautiful motherland that is Michigan. Unfortunately this involves competing with a ton of other people for the, like, two jobs that are available. Maybe I can bribe Mrs. M to keep me on for the fall if they need someone. I could totally do that. I can study in the down time no prob. I do think that I want to journey northward. I'm sick of the hustle and bustle of the big city and ache for a slower pace. I feel my skin crawl at the thought of commuting constantly and never having time to enjoy the things in life. I guess this job has taught me a lot. I've become more patient and thoughtful. I also have a lot more respect for the elderly. They can accept death with such grace. I someday hope to be like them. I've learned from Mrs. H that life is short and that I need to make decisions that make me happy. That's why I've given up on the thought process that I thrive in the sprawling metropolis that is Detroit. I think that with my ever-rising blood pressure and ever-falling faith in humanity, a move will do me some good.
It's funny because just a few months ago Brian and I had talked about moving to Texas to start over. There were jobs in the Austin area that caught my eye. I rebeled, though. I wasn't ready to give up on my urban life and be born again in the country. Nowadays I crave the stars. It's like a drug to me. I'm only truly content if I can see billions of stars in the dark sky. It's my heroin...
But I digress. Next week starts an epic journey for me. (not really). I'm going camping with my mom's whole huge family. We'll be at Brighton State Recreation Area from Thursday [Wednesday?] through Sunday and I'm beyond excited.
I'm so far beyond excited that I've crossed the tracks into nausea. You see, Brian is meeting my family. All of them. And it scares the crap out of me. They're kind of vicious towards outsiders. Too bad for them. Brian's not going anywhere for a while. It'll be fun.
Plus I'll get to spend a weekend with him under the stars. What more could a girl ask for?
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Figuring things out
I'm typically good at organization. I enjoy a fresh calendar or planner. Bleach wipes and storage bins get me hot. My dorm room was *spotless* compared to everyone else's rooms.
Alas, when I make the pilgrimage each year from Alma to good old Harper Woods, my organization drops itself off in St. Johns. I come home and drop all my crap in the basement (and take just a few things into my bedroom, adding to the massive heap that is nearly 22 years worth of crap.) For the first few days, I want to simply collapse and die. I would be incredibly exhausted and couldn't be bothered to even look at my school stuff. Over the course of the next couple of days I'd clean the bathroom or kitchen or do cooking or baking. I would be productive. Throughout the summer my motivation would crisp in the sun and go into hiding until the following fall (although it has been known to hibernate all year long, in some cases.)
This year is no different. Except someone just lit a small forest fire under my ass, trying to get it moving. Well, two people. Based on some unfortunate circumstances, my family is moving probably by Christmas. Only they don't know when. Or where. Or how. Therefore, when I move to Kent in the fall, all of my stuff will be coming with me. In the next couple of weeks, I need to go through said 22 years worth of stuff and pull out what is vital for my survival as a fully functioning adult creature. Do you know how hard that is? I have to sort through all my books, furniture, etc. and basically have a beauty contest to see who gets to move onto Stage Two. Can I get an "ugh!"
***Two hours later***
Oops. I forgot that I was writing this. Apparently I'm more ADD than I thought. I got distracted by...well, I have no idea since it was about two hours ago. But I do have some exciting-ness to share! I bought wash cloths for my new bathroom. Granted, I have no idea what color my bathroom is going to be, but it will have to match the shades-of-turquoise cloths I just bought.
Mine have turquoise with them, though. I got mine at Meijer for $0.50 more. Bah. Oh well. At least I'll be stylin'.
Now for more ADD stuff. In yesterday's post, I commented on how Brian has unofficially asked me to marry him and how I want to but don't know if I can. Well, I still don't have an answer for him. But I must admit that the thought of possibly having stability and a house (!) makes me weak in the knees. I love decorating. It would be really exciting to have something semi-permanent that I can call home. Ah. Being a grown up. Has it's ups, eh?
Dear readers, what's going on with you? Tell me something cool/exciting/interesting that's happened to you recently. It can even be as simple as buying new washcloths!
Except my room's not quite like this.
Alas, when I make the pilgrimage each year from Alma to good old Harper Woods, my organization drops itself off in St. Johns. I come home and drop all my crap in the basement (and take just a few things into my bedroom, adding to the massive heap that is nearly 22 years worth of crap.) For the first few days, I want to simply collapse and die. I would be incredibly exhausted and couldn't be bothered to even look at my school stuff. Over the course of the next couple of days I'd clean the bathroom or kitchen or do cooking or baking. I would be productive. Throughout the summer my motivation would crisp in the sun and go into hiding until the following fall (although it has been known to hibernate all year long, in some cases.)
This year is no different. Except someone just lit a small forest fire under my ass, trying to get it moving. Well, two people. Based on some unfortunate circumstances, my family is moving probably by Christmas. Only they don't know when. Or where. Or how. Therefore, when I move to Kent in the fall, all of my stuff will be coming with me. In the next couple of weeks, I need to go through said 22 years worth of stuff and pull out what is vital for my survival as a fully functioning adult creature. Do you know how hard that is? I have to sort through all my books, furniture, etc. and basically have a beauty contest to see who gets to move onto Stage Two. Can I get an "ugh!"
***Two hours later***
Oops. I forgot that I was writing this. Apparently I'm more ADD than I thought. I got distracted by...well, I have no idea since it was about two hours ago. But I do have some exciting-ness to share! I bought wash cloths for my new bathroom. Granted, I have no idea what color my bathroom is going to be, but it will have to match the shades-of-turquoise cloths I just bought.
Mine have turquoise with them, though. I got mine at Meijer for $0.50 more. Bah. Oh well. At least I'll be stylin'.
Now for more ADD stuff. In yesterday's post, I commented on how Brian has unofficially asked me to marry him and how I want to but don't know if I can. Well, I still don't have an answer for him. But I must admit that the thought of possibly having stability and a house (!) makes me weak in the knees. I love decorating. It would be really exciting to have something semi-permanent that I can call home. Ah. Being a grown up. Has it's ups, eh?
Dear readers, what's going on with you? Tell me something cool/exciting/interesting that's happened to you recently. It can even be as simple as buying new washcloths!
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