Well well well, we meet again.
I write to you this time from Monroeville, where I now reside. I’ve moved in with the boyfriend, Keith. He has a lovely apartment and has made a lot of girlfriend friendly changes to make me feel more welcome. (Installing a spice rack and another mirror in the bathroom and downloading the entire series of Gilmore Girls to his fancy tv set up.) He’s really a peach, I could not have asked for a better partner in crime.
So now instead of living in a dank basement, I’m in a bright, spacious apartment with a balcony and a bathtub, two things severely lacking from my last place.
I quit working at Starbucks a week ago and not a moment too soon. I gave notice at the beginning of the month that I’d be leaving and instead of it becoming easier going to work knowing that my time was limited, it made it incredibly difficult. But I’m done being a barista FOR-EVER. And if I never set foot in another coffee shop, I will be the happiest girl alive.
So I’m looking for a job within walking/bus distance from my new apartment and enjoying the time off with our two fish, Sparky the red-tailed shark and Jack Wilson the mutt fish.