You know, it takes some getting used to, when your life is changed. My life has changed a little, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just different. I guess this is what breaking up would feel like, except I would also be carring around a broken heart. Obviously, this is the better route. I feel in a way, alone. Which is strange because essentially everyone is alone, yet, I have never been alone by myself. (If that makes sense) I have always been so busy, but not at the same time. I used to dedicate every minute of my free time to Noel, which I am not complaining about in the least, and I never really realized how much free time I actually had. Now I wake up on a Sunday morning and not have anything to do…
There are, of course, the things I _need_ to do, but don’t ever want to get started doing. I need to clean out my bedroom once again. I really need to get rid of all the clothes I tell myself I am going to wear again, but honestly never will. I need to clean up our once-was-a-dining-room, which has now been converted into: stephane’s-room-to-do-with-what-she-likes. Right now is a mess. And the huge ladybug tent I bought last night that has positioned itself into the center of the room doesn’t help. (The tent is adorable mind you) I also need to finish “the basement”, which is well overdue for a makeover. But other than _that_, I have nothing else I _need_ to do. Again, it’s an odd feeling.
I am also thinking about getting a weekend, job. I think where I work has greatly impacted my loss of friends over the years. Not that I am not a cool person to hang around with, because I am! (Hahaha) I say that because most people become friends through work, or at least some people do, and my jobs are not exactly the “place to meet people”. My office job I am surrounded by people all over the age of 40 with kids at home, whom I remind them of, not exactly the water hole… And then my other job I am teaching kids aged 5-18, and hanging out with your teacher is not only against school policy, but it is also just weird. So in conclusion, I think that if I got a job somewhere ‘hip’, there is a chance that I could meet some people more around my age group. Which would be a good thing for me.
I really should think about taking down this ladybug tent, as cute as it is, it is taking up the entire ex-dining-room. i guess this is all the rambling I will do for now. Don’t worry though, there will never be an end to my rambling. check back in a couple weeks, days, maybe even in a couple hours, if you want to hear more about my boring and uninteresting life.
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