Dear Readers (all two of you),
It’s been over three years since I blogged. So much has changed in that time. So let’s recap.
I lived with my grandmother prior to the autumn of 2013, when she moved into a retirement facility. I moved into the first apartment I viewed (which was basically all I could afford on my tiny income). I was excited and happy… until the crippling depression set in. I barely remember that winter other than I couldn’t get my radiator to work half of the time, so I usually woke up and could see my breath in my bedroom. I didn’t use my refrigerator for anything but condiments for the first six months because all I ate was ramen and udon noodles.
It was a miserable time, and I finally consulted with my psychiatrist, who added an additional medication to my daily cocktail. It finally lifted me from that very dark place. It also made me gain 60 pounds in about six months. Eventually I was able to get off that medication and lost 20 pounds, but I’m still working on the other 40 (and then some).
I was promoted at work in early 2015 and absolutely loved my new position — half the time. The rest of it, I wanted to cry in my cubicle. (I did sometimes. It was ugly.) I changed careers spring of this year to a job that is rewarding, but the most stressful thing I’ve ever done. But I don’t cry in my cubicle anymore, so that’s a plus. It also is a job where I can truly help others, and I hope I get to do this the rest of my working life.
After a break-up in February of 2015 of a very long term on-off relationship, I spent over a year learning to love myself, feel comfortable in my body, and value my independence. There were a few guys along the way, but I was perfectly content being alone. Of course, as these things happen, I ended up reconnecting with an old friend from high school (who moved to Denver a few years ago), and I decided he’s cool enough to get to be in my life. Unfortunately he’s 1000 miles away, but we’re working on it.
I am moving out of my tiny apartment this month. It’s very bittersweet. This was my first place, and where I learned to really love and appreciate myself. I’ve spent so many days looking out the windows, sleeping in on Saturday mornings with my cats, dancing around my ridiculously tiny kitchen while cooking. But I’ve also been heartbroken, depressed, anxious, and lost. It is time to move forward, and I’m restarting my blog to coincide with that journey.
To new adventures!