If I were told to synopsize my life, the phrase 'a string of inappropriate decisions' would more than likely appear in it. Today, I've made yet another inappropriate decision. I'm going to temporarily, temporarily, move back into my parents house. . . What? But Procrastinator, that seems like it's the exact opposite of number 8 on the list. Yes. Yes. You do have a point there. However, right now I am concerning myself most with number 2 and number 12. And, while I love my sister's family dearly, with two kids who are under five living in the house, I'm having a hard time focusing on my writing and the job search. I am extremely grateful for my sister, her husband, and their kids for allowing me to stay with them for this length of time, and I regret the unpleasantness I know they all experienced as a result of the funk I've been in during this whole 'list' process of mine. If I could, I would just get myself an apartment and not impose my temporary nastiness back on my parents. But I have no idea what city the job I end up getting will be in, and I don't want to deal with breaking a lease two weeks into it. So yet again, I'm going home. . . again.
It is a bit sad for me, though. My sister and her husband have been amazing, patient, supportive, distracting when I've needed it, and so much more. And the kids. . . hmm. . . I've just stared at the screen trying to figure out how to explain what they mean to me, and I don't know where to begin. Probably the only way they could mean more to me would be if they were my own kids. I'm going to miss the whole bunch of them.
If you can't tell who I'm grateful for tonight, then . . . (20).
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