So I have this friend who is so smart. He has a PhD. And he's like, you're starting a new job, take down the blog. And I did. My before last job, they cyber stalked me and read it all and decided I must be a psycho because I was raised in a cult. Maybe I am.
I made my kinda sorta boyfriend dress up with me as characters from Kill Bill for Halloween. My go to costume was let's be assassins? I might have some anger issues. Well, if you wanna read me do it quick because it's coming down again tomorrow night. I doubt my new job cares about me enough yet to google me on the weekend. :)
My roommate situation has changed. It's not just me and Max at the moment. My only sibling who hasn't lived with me over and over and over again is arriving tomorrow. His girlfriend is here now and it's been such a blessing. I have to commute for work for the first time in over ten years, so I'm not home for long stretches of time and she takes Max for a run at least three times a day while I'm gone. He's the most spoiled he's ever been and he was already a spoiled dog. I somehow decided it was a great idea to adopt a homeless kitten and she's a reign of terror. There was a box of kittens heading out to the shelter. There was one really chill one, who had a lightning bolt on his head like David Bowie in his Ziggy Stardust days. Then there was a crazy one. I always go with crazy.
It's a bit chaotic but I love the chaos. I wanted a big family. Unlike some previous family experiences, we all work together really well to make it fun and happy around here.
Today though I think we all need to take a step back and reflect on what our grandparents went through to fight for our freedom. Something I used to take for granted until I realized how trapped I was in my previous life and then how grateful I felt to finally be free.
We are free because of them. And it makes me think that I can keep doing this form of being free for me. I've never been happier in my life. A lot of them came home with PTSD and it wasn't easy. I have that too. I can barely get on the subway. Going underground squished into a tiny box with tons of people pushing and shoving you...not the greatest way to start and end your day if you have anxiety issues. But I know I'm killing it at work and getting through it. I have been picky and I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for. I've been lucky. My kinda sorta boyfriend is my rock and he keeps me grounded.
And that's how we get through the hard things right? Not by ourselves. I can't imagine having to go off to war. But if you do you need people to rely on and people to come home to. I have nothing but respect for our veterans. We're a good country. :)
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