The first nine months of 2010 were mostly smooth sailing. It’s true I was obsessed with escape; I wanted out of Jersey, and I wanted into DC, I wanted out of the “assistant trap” of my then current job and into something more “career oriented.” But I was okay. My job itself had few faults, I had my two best friends right in town, and really, I’m an introvert, so all that alone, isolated time was not really a big deal.

Then I moved to DC in September of 2010 and it fell apart very, very quickly.

2011 was awful. It was the worst year of my life, no doubt.

Things came together so quickly, and I didn’t realize it completely.

I was back in the hospital again and out of nowhere, got offered a spare room in Alexandria (right outside DC). I. Have. No. Idea. Luck? God? Fate? Mayans getting in their kicks before the world ends? I have no idea.

In September, I moved into my miraculous housing-find in Alexandria. In October I had some boy-drama for the first time in many years. It was dumb, and he was dumb, and I was dumb, but whatever I felt over the course of it was completely and totally human.

It has been years since I felt so completely and totally human over a boy. And so it was.

And then in early December, everything came together. And I have no idea how it happened, but I wound up with a job that is 7 minute walk from my apartment.

So I wonder. As is my nature. WHAT THE FUCK NOW.

This living situation was meant to be temporary, for one. This weekend finds me getting rid of my moving boxes because I am certainly not moving in February 2012 (that was in my head as a deadline) because I am sick of looking at them. When I move I’ll suck it up and just buy more boxes. Right now, I want them all to go away. I want to feel settled.

Here.

Be Here.