job abandonment

I quit my job.

Yesterday. I realized that I had had enough.

I wanted time to myself, time to stop and smell the proverbial daisies? if you will.

My chairs are musical and in disarray.

I want to learn languages and explore romance, I want to take yoga and write the novel I’ve always wanted to create. I have a dwindling savings of 14 or maybe 16 thousand. Not enough to do anything of worth, but enough. For now.

I want to see my father, and spend some moments with him. Create conversations that will have to last in my memory for as long as I’m here.

I’m entirely too much like him. Maybe I'll learn something.

firsts

Right.
So I remember sitting at a different laptop, again not mine, and signing up for a blog 14 months ago.
It's 4am. Again. A different life.
I doubt I will post again, or ever become a "blogger."
However I guess it's nice to know that after all this time, it was here. Titled and saved. Waiting for me to type.

AC