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Did it, done, over

secretsnottysis — Mon, 01 Aug 2005 21:44:26 GMT

The minor anxiety attack has begun. I gave notice and my landlord has already asked me to show the apartment. Today! I did, and it is already rented. This means it's for real. I must discard crap and pack and find a place to live. The biggest fear is no one will love Gus and the sleeping fur balls as much as I do. Oh and then there is the Job factor. What if, what if there is none to be had? What if the interviews fall through? What if the MA was for nothing? Egads...I think I need a nap.

Cha cha cha changes

secretsnottysis — Thu, 28 Jul 2005 21:55:58 GMT

The trip up to SF was eventful - that is - it was worthwhile. I know that I need to go where I can be free. Freedom to be a Woman, to fit in a physical form of my own desire, to find an educational/politial niche... It was a good run in sunny Socal, unfortunately with the political climate I just can't make a go of it. This may be viewed as whimpiness on my part, nevertheless, I have had enough, and know that my spirit can take no more. Don't get me wrong - I have met wonderful people here...but as a community unto itself - Sandy Ego is struggling. No puedo mas

waiting to fly

secretsnottysis — Wed, 20 Jul 2005 03:32:59 GMT

so tomorrow I go north to assess the housing situation. hopefully, I will be able to find something affordable and workable for my "kids" and I. Ideally, we will find a place that has a little more room, but after 4.5 years in a studio - I don't think they are any worse for wear. It's all about the love and care and in gus's case, how comfortable the bed is. I swear, that's all he does. On a more serious note, I'm hoping that I'm not making a big mistake. This has been in the planning stages for over 2 years now....and it's come to frutation. I just wish that everything would fall into place a bit more easily...i.e. the perfect living situation, the perfect work situation..ah yes - all perfectly put together. yeah - right. well - the kids are going to have to trust me on this.

Sorting through crap

secretsnottysis — Sun, 17 Jul 2005 19:52:16 GMT

Getting ready to move is just no fun. I hate sorting through all the crap I've accumulated. Ug. Where did half this stuff come from? Why won't it just disappear magically on it's own? Myriads of pens and 1/2 used pencils...Notebooks, binders...post-its. Dusty things under my bed..a wire brush that actually belongs in my car. How did it get in here? I don't remember bringing it in. AND - what about all those magazines. I don't have any subscriptions...where do they all come from? Cups? Spoons? Cat toys? Egads..I am a slob.