It's September. I started smelling autumn last week but now it is starting to feel and look like it, too. My neighbor who I see in the elevator from time to time told me that we are 'losing' 15 minutes of daylight each week. It's time to start hoarding our acorns.
However, life won't let me hibernate these days, even if I am taking a bit of a break from writing, reading, and blogging. I start my new job tomorrow, not at a college as previously thought, but at a music-oriented video game company right down the street. It's a great fit. I'm more psyched than I can explain right now, but it comes with its tempering feelings of unease and anxiety. Change is difficult, and I just left a company I had hoped to stay with for much longer at one point. I expect, however, that I am going to kick some major ass and fit in like crazy. And I will be the fanciest bitch there, because the office is filled with musicians and gamers, and I wear blazers and cardigans. I mean, I wear them over concert-t's, but still. It's jeans heavy, and I have one pair of jeans that I somewhat enjoy wearing. One.
This is what keeps me up at night.
In addition to the excitement of starting a new job, my love life is actually fulfilling for the moment. This is a phenomenon I am so unfamiliar with that I actually wonder what is about to go wrong most mornings though I'm happy to report that so far, nothing has. I even think we're over the two-month-limit hump. We're even linked as "in a relationship" on Facebook, which is new for me, but made me feel over-the-moon official. I have a fucking boyfriend, ya'll. That's more of a shock than the big scary birthday that's coming up.
And because there can never be too many kisses (actually, that's a lie. I've had relationships with too many kisses.), my dog is taking up most of my "free" time. She is less and less a fan of me sitting at my laptop, which may explain why I haven't been blogging, working on the novel, or researching myriad obscure electro-metal acts from Norway. She's a barker, though I'm trying to wring it out of her with lots of training, and any action which looks sedentary is a major offense to her. She is a lot of work, a lot of joy, and of course more money than I thought I would be spending.
Through her, I have met a great deal of people in my neighborhood. The dog park is a gift, as she (like her momma) needs to get her cardio in or else she's a destructocon. I meet many dog owners there but usually only remember the names of the dogs, and of course some dogs stand out more than others. Everyone remembers Chigurh because she's
interesting-looking and loves to run— the whole purpose of the area— so she makes the other dogs work harder. And she's a well-behaved sweetheart most of the time. It's rewarding to watch.
So, September, I expect that between school and new-work and dog and autre-blog and Rainbows and that damn marathon training (ALSO,
please donate if you can, even $10 donations rock my world!— I have $3K to raise in a month!!! And
such a good cause, damn it.), I won't be blogging so much. I expect the winter and spring to be more fruitful. I expect to have stories to tell. I expect to have BIG.NEWS. I expect 30 to be my skinniest year (maybe), at least the sexiest, and by far the best. Everything is finally heading in the right place, which is great, seeing as you may recall that this year started off with a rape and a death, so this kind of contentment isn't something I'm taking for granted.
And that's how you close a blog post, amateurs. Watch and learn.
