Saturday, April 11, 2015

I'm so tired of everything

I'm having a bad day. I learned last night that I won't be getting insurance until next year unless we try to find me something outside of my husband's insurance. I also learned that the job I've been hanging most of my hopes on won't be coming through. This means that the wedding reception/vow renewal we were planning for later this year may not happen, as we might not be able to swing it financially. It was supposed to be the wedding event for our family in friends back in Texas, but I just don't see how we can make it happen. It's just as well, since my husband doesn't seem as into the idea as I am. I don't mind doing all the planning, but I've been asking him for months now to get a guest list for his side together for me and he hasn't done so. If he doesn't care about making this thing happen, then it's one of the many things I may have to just let go of. 

The delay in insurance isn't that big a deal, really. I'm reasonably healthy for a hugely fat chick, I guess, and I do hate going to doctors when I'm this big. Doctors can be so judgmental about weight, and that's not something I need in my life. I know I'm fat. I know I need to do something about it. I'm working on it, okay?

The job falling through is more of a hit. I should know better than to rely on something that involves so many variables, but I really thought it might be a step in the right direction. I've still been sending out so many resumes, and heard nothing back. It's been a month, and I'm exhausted by the job search. It's always so disheartening. 

At least my husband is wonderful and kind and understanding. He's pained to see me so upset, but reassures me that we'll get through all of this. The shocking thing is, I actually believe him. 

Life is hard here, harder than it was in Texas. The competition for jobs is so much greater, and I don't have any sort of homefield advantage like I did there. The cost of living is exorbitant (although I am thankfully sheltered from much of that). Everything is faster and bigger and scarier here. And so loud. 

I'm just tired of having to give up on things. I've let go of so many of my hopes and dreams along the way. There aren't that many left, but they still seem to be taken from me with disturbing regularity anyway. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

5 years later

I seem to have taken a very long leave from this blog. Maybe I'll get back into it. I know I don't really have readers, that a few people stop by for the knitting patterns, but I've been feeling like I should write more anyway, and so I might as well do it here.

M went to prison. I went back to school, fell in love with an old flame from many years ago, but he lived halfway across the country. I visited him several times, moved to VA, and now we are quite happily married. Life is good. 

As ever, finding a job is hard. I've been neglecting my crafting (I've added some basic sewing to my repertoire, but my machine has tension issues) for quite some time, but have taken tentative steps toward getting back to it. I'm working on an afghan, and have the yarn for a shawl. Most of my yarn and needles and accoutrements are in storage in Texas, and I don't want to build up that much of a stash here when I have so much already there. 

Anyway, just wanted to update. It's a simple coincidence that it's been exactly 5 years since my last post. Life is strange that way. Maybe I'll keep posting for a while. I do like having an outlet for my thoughts.