Went really French on you, didn't I? But you're used to that. Translated, it means my house and my job. Because, dear readers, after a month in my new surroundings, I'm happy to announce that I was recently hired at a new job and recently moved into my brand new apartment. We will pause for …
here.
Yes, I moved. Yes, I hitched up my lady pantaloons and made the decision to start over with new people, new new places, and new things. Yes, I wept when leaving my mother, my brothers, and my sister. Yes, I continued to weep on and off days after arriving in the Dallas area (specifically Carrollton) and …
The Day Before.
Sure, you can expect a post on my final day at the OK Corral, my last day in the office, my final 8 hours, my final shift, my final time wondering if the HVAC guys have a vendetta against me, based on how cold it is in this place all year long. But I want …
Odes.
As the days dwindle down and my time in this metropolitan area rapidly passes me by (funny how time never flew when I had no plans to leave; a.k.a., life), I was reflecting on a few things that I will actually miss about living/working in this area. (Positivity, right?) Walk with me. Somewheres, VA, where …
20 (Maybe) Weird Things.
I've said it before: we're all weirdos. See the following. I read over people's shoulders on the train, especially when they have hefty, voluminous books in their hands. I mean, how can I be a legitimate bookworm if I don't hoard what you're reading? If you stand too close to me anywhere, this is clear …
Give Me the Panic Attack with a Side of Nervous Breakdown. And a Diet Coke.
If you'd like to order that particular meal/psychotic break, attempt to clean up Chernobyl your room and simultaneously pack up your life for a move across several states. I started this week. Let's just say that my mother and sister had to repeatedly tell me to calm down. Like stop from taking a swan dive from …
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30 Days.
Recall our discussion about comfort zones and the changes looming in my life. Well, hear ye, hear ye... I'm moving! After nearly 30 years of living in Somewheres, VA, in 30 days, I will be moving to the Dallas, Texas area. Since revealing this news to my family and friends, I've received responses that range from shock …
We Need to Talk about This.
Girl, you've been looking really nice lately, wearing all these beautiful dresses. What's his name? Oh my goodness, I didn't even recognize you. You look so different! Are you seeing someone? And on and on and on and on. The idea that a woman can't spruce up her look/style for herself but because a man …
Tips.
As a singleton, invariably, 1) I'm offered someone's murderous son/nephew/cousin/friend/random guy on the street as a potential marriage partner, and 2) I receive plenty of tips and advice about my future marriage. Here are a few of my favorites, along with a bit of commentary. A good marriage consists of two forgivers. I've heard this more than once, …
how dare you guess my actual age?
Thanks to the African juices/genetics (thanks, Daddy and Ma), I have somewhat youthful features. When I was a teenager, I looked younger. When I was in my mid-20s, a woman at a hair salon once asked me if I was excited about Homecoming. Her shock when I explained that I was 26 years old--and not 15, …
This Square Peg. 