New Town, Old Job... Part Way There

So, a lot has happened since I posted last. I sold my house, which I managed to get on here. I know I didn't write much else.

Since I sold my house I went to Chicago 3 times- I've found an apartment, a new roommate, and been on two dates. Well, that is, if you can count making out in the park with a random guy I met in a coffee house a date. Nothing has really panned out to last past those first points, but it does wonders for a girl's self esteem to get even a little bit of action.

I'm moving in 9 days. It seems unreal. I'm alternately terrified and excited. It's a big jump. I won't be able to hang out with my grandparents whenever I want anymore, or plan a family barbecue at the last moment, or any number of other things. As much as I need to get out from under my parents' roof, it's a little sad. It's also scary, since I've jumped from the supreme responsibility of paying a mortgage to an apartment with only two months off to save money.

So far I've only got my job at Starbucks in Chicago. It'll pay some bills, and it will get me health insurance, but not much else. I am really hoping that everything works out and I will be able to report on a new teaching job soon. And an entirely new life.

I can't promise much over the next 9 days, but soon you will see a litle retooling, a much more frequent posting, and seriously, a happier Clio. Things have been on the upswing for a bit. I can't say I'm over everything, but I feel like I've reached the other end of something and it's hella nice.