13,894 Days Alive
My stomach is upset. So I had a salad and a little treat for lunch at work. I’m really loving this new job.
There’s been a lot of change in this last year or so.
For example, this time last year, I was hanging with my brother after picking him up from the Amtrak station.
He was instrumental in my move to Chicago. I would have not survived the trip alone, not well at least.
I moved to Chicago and got to work at the most amazing costume store, even if I couldn’t make ends meet with the post-season wages. I’m grateful to Chicago Costumes for all I learned. I wish I had stayed in touch with some of my coworkers, but a lot of them were frightfully young.
I met Mellon. Thanks l, Facebook dating! We both still have healing to do, but I like where our relationship is and the stability. I still hate doing dishes, but I’m getting better about it when I’m not completely overwhelmed.
Mom’s passed. I’m trying to repair my relationship with Sean Michael and Bryon in the wake of that. Trying to build relationships with other family members as well, which is difficult because of how long a metaphorical shadow my mother cast in our family. But I’m trying and that’s what matters.
I got an amazing job with pretty cool coworkers. I just need to get on top financially and I’ll be okay.
Stressed about money, lack of sleep, my general health.
It’ll be all right.
My lunch break is about done. Take your meds, folks.
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