i keep walking into the kitchen as if i'm hoping something edible will have appeared in the refrigerator since i visited it last. but there's still just too many tomatoes(the garden is booming), one spoonful of rasperry ice cream that someone thought worth saving the container for, and some questionable leftovers.
by the way, this is my two-hundredth diary entry (toots a kazoo). i have lots of folk-fest stories to tell, and i will write them as if i'd remembered to write them while i was there, and then insert them into the correct date and time slots. for now though, i'd like to vent. because after all, this is a diary.
today on my lunchbreak, momdukes informed me that i need to clean up all my junk scattered throughout the bachelor pad, er, house. because said house will probably rather soon be put on the market. so that they can move. somewhere in pennsylvania. somewhere close enough that dad can commute to work, but somewhere far enough away that commuting to my job for my piddly wages would actually end up costing me money. not to mention what it would do to my social life (yes, occasionally i still have one). which leaves me with several options. i can move with them. see my friends on occasion, when i can find someone who will let me stay at their house. be stranded with my family.
or i can move back to salisbury somehow. manage to save a couple grand, to cover my cost of living while i find employment in an absolute wasteland of a town. wait tables and finish my last 20 credits of undergrad. be completely apart from my family, miss them horribly, and take the chance that Princess Messyface will entirely forget me, or that i'll become the aunt that can only visit at christmas and easter.
or i can compromise, and make nobody happy; get a cheap apartment around here, keep the job i have, and never have enough money for what i need to do. never be able to save anything.
i feel like i'm being torn. if i added a fourth option, i could be drawn and quartered. though i have managed to find the cure for wanting to sleep all the time. worry does that remarkably well. every time i start to get comfortable in the little niche i find...
i have to take 20 children to a science discovery center tomorrow. hopefully return with the same.
beatpoetgrrl
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