Flights O’ Fancy

It seems weird to me, sort of-kind of-somewhat – this home thing.  I don’t have to be in at a certain time, no set meal time, no rules, no irritations.  I can walk to the park to use the wi-fi and I don’t have to worry about things – other than work, of course.  But my new job is about five blocks away, so it isn’t a big deal for my afternoon-to-evening shift; I can walk it without worrying about traffic.  I’m super happy to have my own place (although now that we have a few temporary roommates until they get moved into the unit next door; friends of ours; it’s a bit crowded), even with the single-key scenario.  It’s been a bit difficult getting food; we hit pantries when we can, at least until things settle down and we can buy our own, on our own.

Small town life is wonderful.  There’s the park a street over, there’s the cutest, prettiest library ever (to which we have our own card now!), and a laundromat down the street, and the best, sweetest, nicest people ever.  Everyone is so friendly, so kind.  I just love that I don’t have far to go to get to work.

Our neighbors have already become friends, introduced themselves straight off.  One of them introduced me to the people at my new job.

Oh, speaking of that, I have become everybody’s nightmare…  A TELEMARKETER!!!  Yes, that’s right – I am a telemarketer now.  If I call your house please don’t hang up!  *pleady plead*

Well, they’re getting ready for the usual Wednesday-night concert out here so I’d better get moving, post this, finish up the downloads I started and get back home quicky-quick.

Oh but first – To the fourteen year old kid who biked up to me and accosted me by asking me if I want a cat, I say, yes – let my landlord give the final word. 

XD

First post from my new home!

Hi all!!

Well I’m excited to announce that Dragonwolf and I have moved into our first apartment together.  It’s a cute little one-bedroom situated in a house that was converted into four apartments – two on the first floor, two on the second.  We have a kitchen, and our utilities are on until we can switch them to our name.

$400 a month is rent.

We’re really excited (and I am happily warming up a frozen pizza for only the second time in my new oven), plus our friends can all come over and hang out.

At the moment, though, the place is devoid of furniture save for a box spring and a mattress we found and laid in our bedroom and covered with blankets.

Our neighbors are WONDERFUL, and to attest to that a few of them just now came over to bring us a bed frame and are assembling it as I write this.

We’re thinking that all we need furniture-wise are a couch, television, dresser and a table and possibly a few chairs…

The only other thing we’ll be worried about is food until regular checks come in.

I’m so very happy here, so much better than shelters and transitional housing and crashing on peoples’ couches.  I knew it would only be temporary – this is a wonderful place!

I’ll be posting pictures and possibly videos when I can!

“I Suppose That’s Me”

These days, I spend my moments reflecting on survival.  That, rather than putting makeup on or how many times I’ve checked my Myspace page in a day, is the most important thing.  The Goddess didn’t put me on this Earth to waste my own time.

To be honest, I’ve never spent much time thinking about who I really am…  All my time’s been spent on those really useless things – not where I am and where I’m headed.  All of my roles here, even the role I play as a child of the Goddess or gay rights activist, merge to form a unique pathway and personality for myself.

I wanted to break it down into parts…  Just to record and reflect…  Just so I can look back later on when I feel like I am falling apart and realize that I am who I am and accept myself-

                                                    all over again.

1.  I AM…  A soon-to-be wife – a bride.  My Dragonwolf validates and cherishes me, as I cherish him.

2.  I AM…  A pagan.  My relationship with the Goddess goes beyond simply reading an Evan Jones book by candlelight.  Prayers, and belief in the Universe’s ways, keep me a very stable person.

3.  I AM…  A positive, the-glass-is-half-full optimist.  Life to me is negative enough without my mentality being so.

4.  I AM…  A budding historian.  I love reading about women in history, as well as finding out what really happened behind the scenes.

5.  I AM…  A thespian.  The stage beckons.

6.  I AM…  A writer.  Words rarely fail me.

7.  I AM…  A working girl.  I housekeep.  This means I’ll be able to get a place quicker.

8.  I AM…  Human.  I stress a lot, like anyone else, especially when in my current situation (ask and I’ll tell in private).  Stress also makes me sick.  I feel.  I cry.

I don’t blame anyone for putting a label on me – because I do the same, being #8.  I don’t enjoy looking back on things and realizing that it’s my faults that caused certain consequences.

Life is about learning, and I learn every day.  I don’t enjoy some of the more negative things…  But that’s the way life goes.  Not everything is positive; no one situation is all at once happy.

I’m working on another post right now talking about the truth of my situation and my life – and since this is MY blog, I WILL NOT censor myself – PERIOD.  I don’t care whether my family reads this – they’ve decided to excommunicate me, I suppose; that’s what it feels like to me.  I’m taking a cue from Holli and letting things be.  If you don’t like what I have to say here, it’s pretty simple:  Don’t come here looking for what you want to hear/read/see – you will most likely not get that here.

Until next time, all.