Well, you'll be damned, look who's posted a new blog entry!
I'm back, leaner, more educated (technically) and married. I'm less obsessed with Facebook and have become accustomed to getting some intimate information on the personal lives of kind-of strangers. Still odd, but apparently the way of the future. Or the present at least.
Goat and I had a perfect wedding. One trip to the emergency room and one stolen car, we did pretty well. The food was great, we had a blast and reveled in having so many people we love in one place celebrating. The weather shaped up an hour and a half before the ceremony and the sun didn't stop shining after that. Now to figure out how to be married.
I expected a lot more panic about being in this committed of a relationship. Prior to meeting Goat, I would get itchy a few weeks or months into the dating process and find myself bored or miserable. This speaks less to the actual people that I dated and more to my poor choice of companion. Save for a few, most of them were perfectly nice people who I had nothing in common with or who were kind of afraid of me. I met Goat and none of that happened. We kept dating, kept having fun and dated some more. Now that we're married, I figured out that marital bliss is between two people and not striving to fulfill anyone else's idea of what marriage should be. So, not much panic and so far, lots of bliss.
At the moment, I'm sitting in the nook of the couch that has become so familiar to my butt over the year that I worked out of my house. I am still unemployed, yet now a student and the view is the same but the perspective is different. I hated that job. That job was almost the polar opposite of who I was as a person and some of the people I worked with were toxic. Yet, I couldn't walk away from that job. It had to kick me to the curb in order for me to shake someone else's life off of me and get back to my own. I'm in a much better world and have shed some bad feelings and people.
Can you tell I have a cold? My head rings with the crowded echo of the sniffles around congestion. Is is obvious that I haven't written in almost a year? It will probably take a little time before things come together on the page. But my blog is for practice, so I'm practicing.
Back to my chicken noodle soup and box of Kleenex.
