I keep a couple of shoe boxes in my closet with old cards, letters, pictures, scripts, and other things I can't bring myself to toss. Just read the birthday card my dad gave me on my 18th birthday and cried AGAIN. What a softie I am. And I found a note from Sara that I'll quote here:
Annie, It is 2:42pm and this mtg is supposed to end in 20 minutes. I don't think that's going to happen. What carries me through this meeting, you ask? Coronas. The thought of Coronas. Yours truly, LIW.
Now, this might not mean a lot to you sparse readers out there. However, post-work Coronas are quite symbolic for me, and hopefully my old crew. Said crew members are now scattered around the country, but for a few socially perfect years, they were my home. Now I'm experiencing what feels like another transitional phase. We'll see where it leads. Hopefully Italy!
In the meantime, I do have one strong up-side to the transitional thing. I've felt more like myself lately than I have in a long time. Growing up some more, becoming more confident in who I am and who I want to be, etc. Now I just need to find a stronger direction. It'd help if the bills were paid. I feel tied to my decent job and frat-style living situation until I scrape out my debt, but I did that to myself, so I'm not really complaining. There are those moments of cleaning-house-mentality where I want to focus all my energies on paying off my bills so I can move forward with job risks, world traveling, etc. But then I remember that mom's getting married next year, camping costs money, Christmas presents won't buy themselves, and I realize that I'd better do my important living right now while I'm here. Italy will wait.
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