Moving in, moving on

Since my last post I have packed my life into brown boxes and upacked them in another address. I've moved in with my boyfriend to "our place". =)

When I woke up this morning, I was happy, almost too happy. And knowing what I know now, it was only, so if someone would add up my emotions today, the result would be ok. Because I'm unhappy and crying right now.

My emotions have been a rollercoaster ride since the move. I'm been happy, I've been sad, I've been tired, I've been crying. The who enchillada. At least, no one can blame me for not feeling! Although right now, when another job possibility is down the drain, it sure would help a lot.

But that's just life, I suppose. You get dumped, rejected, hurt... you'll feel pain, you'll cry. That's the way it goes. No one's perfect, nothing's perfect. Life just is.

Right now I'm not sure what would help... painting my red face white, taking a walk outside (it's a sunny day out there) or some retail therapy (I've had my eye on the latest issue of InStyle for a week). Listening to music, writing nor cooking sure didn't help. Macaroni casserole is soon out of the oven, though.

I suppose I should be stronger. I probably shouldn't let these obsticles get to me. But quess what? They just do! That's part of being who I am and I'm tired for apologizing that.

It's time to move on, but I just wish that something would finally tell me if moving on also mean moving on from journalism...