So Bethany keeps asking me if it feels like I'm living here yet and I keep waiting for it to really hit me. It started to hit me when I had to go back to my parents to finish somethings up with the store and I kept calling Cinci home, but really that's all. It's started to bother me, I thought, well maybe after I start working, but I started work today and it just doesn't feel like it. I think much of it has to do with Cinci has been a place to vacation for me for so many years, I'm seeing people I usually only see 6 times a year or less, I'm having drinks with friends I haven't seen in years. I'm working a job that is the polar opposite to the jobs I used to have.
It's so strange, really the only thing that is the same to what life was like before is my furniture and I really don't see it all that much. lol. I'm o.k. with all this though. I'm o.k. with everything being new, it's what I wanted, it's what I searched for, and it's what I've been dreaming about. I live in a wonderful home with a ghetto fabulous friend, I work a cake job at the moment, there is no drama within friends, I mean seriously, I know this feeling won't last forever, but at the moment it just all feels like a dream.
I'm sure reality will start to set in, when I start paying bills here, when I get more of a social life (you know, after I have a steady income and all), and new friends (not that I plan on trading in the current friends) and so on and so forth. I'm sure it will start to feel familiar, but in a way I hope it's always new. I already feel more at home in the last 3 weeks here (wow, seriously that long already?) than I did for the first 5 years I lived in Michigan.
I really don't know how to explain it. There are things I hope for in the future, but at this moment, I'm happy. Happy how you may ask? Well that will come in another blog, I need to get to bed. :)