September 6th, 2009

pick yourself up

A contract satisfied

Remember that contract with self? Well, it's September and I'm still living with my parents, so that contract is technically broken. However, I'm moving back to Atlanta this weekend if all goes according to plan.

No, I don't have a job yet. This is where that emergency fund that I've had stashed since forever comes in. This is where I start throwing myself at companies even more than I already have.

In other news, Grandmother has shingles, Uncle Pat has diabetes, and I have yet to start packing or cleaning. I should get to work on that.

And if you're wondering why I've haven't updated in awhile, it's because not much has really happened and I've just been in a meh state lately when it comes to expressing the many thoughts in my mind.