I hear ya, dude. (at High Museum of Art, Atlanta)
I mean, at heart, sure. But that’s been the case since I turned 15.
ohhhhh just think of the beautiful rugs you could put on those floors
Right? If my “minimally acceptable household furnishings” budget wasn’t quite so lavish, I could move out of my sister’s house at least a month earlier.
Why are rugs and drapes and art prints and quality cookware so expensive?
So I guess I really got the job. When they give you a company ID, that’s pretty official, right?
So the exciting event I was hinting about has come to pass, and I’ll be starting a new full-time job Monday morning. Some of you may be aware that four years ago I dropped pretty much my entire life in the trash and moved to another state in the wake of a decade-long relationship which had, especially looking back on it now, gotten a bit scary towards the end. My sister graciously offered me refuge, in a situation which was uncomfortable for all involved but acceptable, because temporary. Turns out.
“It’s all about who you know” is a truism, and not having a network of friends and acquaintances here nor many opportunities to build one, I struggled to find gainful employment. I didn’t gain much from my naïve hand-me-the-bootstraps approach to career-building than an unshakable negative view of temp agencies and online job listing sites. Do not speak to me of LinkedIn. Ultimately it was who I knew, again my sainted sister, who put me in contact with the right people at the right time.
As someone who has been broke, really and truly poor, I still feel like this could all fall apart at any time. But another part of me has already worked out a detailed monthly budget that has me owning a car (used) and living in my own apartment (studio) by Halloween, if I can stick to it. I am elated, I am terrified, I am grateful, and I am determined.
Just dropped the sentence
The fact that today it seems to be universal is merely the product of a lot of white people getting on a lot of boats, freighted not only with their lust for gold but also their questionable mores and customs.
into a discussion about romantic love in my online class, and walked away like
I’ve done my required posts for the week, so I hope they have fun with that one.
I’m just superstitious enough that I won’t discuss it before it’s all settled, but today I scrawled my childlike signature in approximately 27 places, slid the resulting kindergarten craft project into a fedex envelope, and I am terrified.
My spreadsheets inform me that I’ll soon be able to achieve my dream. I’m 32 and I’ve never lived alone. But what if my taste in décor is pedestrian?