I've managed to stay out of the self-pity wallowing that I expected to follow the end of my relationship with my boyfriend. I think. I'm slightly afraid that it's making me seem callous and shallow...or callow...shallus? Hah. Whatever.
Clearly, distracting myself from reality isn't that much of a problem for me.
Anyway, I still haven't actually managed to refer to him as "my ex" more than once when speaking to everyone at work (pretty much everyone knows now). He's always just 'Jon'. I figure that's okay - seven years is a long time. It's pretty much the entirety of my adult life. There's going to be hangups like that - all I can do is accept them and move on. Or, at least, do my best to. Easier said than done, and all that.
It's just...it's a giant bag of dicks, is what it is.
And at the same time...I feel like I've finally come up for air, after being smothered for too long. Or like I'm waking up, after being asleep for ages. Or...any other similie, really, that represents a growing awareness of...freedom. Sun coming out from behind clouds and similar. It's like I've come to the head of a valley and there's all these trails to take and wonderful things down each one and I'll shut up now before I delve into sappiness, but the point is, giant bag of dicks aside, I actually feel alive for the first time in...I don't even know how long.
Going to the gym is helping a lot with this. A lot. I'm feeling good about how I look for the first time in at least three and a half of the last seven years, I'm flexible as all hell again (and can actually get my head to my knee without pre-stretching now, which I haven't been able to do in years), and beginning to re-teach myself basic synchro. Plus, I'm getting a friggin' corset in a couple of months or so. I'm already up to $17 of the $145, and this after a little over a week of gyming it.
That's a new word, that. Gyming. Or gymming. Not sure on the exact spelling, even though I'm the one that invented it, but there you have it. Next I just have to get it into the common lexicon. >:D
Seriously, though, I feel a little guilty about feeling so uplifted and free. And then I also feel guilty about missing the complacency that I'd been living in, of wanting to fall back into old patterns rather than move on and - at the same time - for wanting to move on. It's perverse, really. Backwards.
But I'm not turning into a crazy cat lady. That's for damn certain.
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, December 3, 2010
Starting Over
I know it's been well over a year since I updated this blasted thing...plenty has happened, though not on the travelling front. At least, not until now.
I moved across the country to Jasper, and got a job. Seems what I was unable to do in my hometown (that is, get a job), I accomplished in ten days here. So, come next payday, I'm going to set up a tax free savings account and allocate a portion of each pay cheque to it - and that will be my Wales fund.
Because I'm still going to Wales. Oh yes. Turns out, I don't even need to do a great deal to get my UK passport. Apparently, when the rules were changed, I (and Athena) became UK citizens by default, merely because we were born after 1983 and mum was born in Cardiff. Which makes me happy >:D Because, as a UK citizen, I can live and work just about anywhere in the European Union with no trouble.
The best part is that I get to save all this money in a small town surrounded by mountains and air that I can actually breathe. It's practically a dream come true in and of itself. And later, when I pick up a part time job as a server, somewhere in town, I'll be able to save even more money for my trip, which makes me even happier.
What's especially fun is that, since I've been here, I've been absolutely content. Not worried about money, or where I'm going to end up. I have a place with Athena, and we work for the same people. I've got a job, a proper job, for the first time in a long time, one that comes with accomodation and a paycheque. The rate of pay isn't the best ever, but it's still decent enough that I'll be able to put away a lot of money, come the end of next summer.
And then I'll be in Wales. >:D
I moved across the country to Jasper, and got a job. Seems what I was unable to do in my hometown (that is, get a job), I accomplished in ten days here. So, come next payday, I'm going to set up a tax free savings account and allocate a portion of each pay cheque to it - and that will be my Wales fund.
Because I'm still going to Wales. Oh yes. Turns out, I don't even need to do a great deal to get my UK passport. Apparently, when the rules were changed, I (and Athena) became UK citizens by default, merely because we were born after 1983 and mum was born in Cardiff. Which makes me happy >:D Because, as a UK citizen, I can live and work just about anywhere in the European Union with no trouble.
The best part is that I get to save all this money in a small town surrounded by mountains and air that I can actually breathe. It's practically a dream come true in and of itself. And later, when I pick up a part time job as a server, somewhere in town, I'll be able to save even more money for my trip, which makes me even happier.
What's especially fun is that, since I've been here, I've been absolutely content. Not worried about money, or where I'm going to end up. I have a place with Athena, and we work for the same people. I've got a job, a proper job, for the first time in a long time, one that comes with accomodation and a paycheque. The rate of pay isn't the best ever, but it's still decent enough that I'll be able to put away a lot of money, come the end of next summer.
And then I'll be in Wales. >:D
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