It was a really nice weekend here. The sun was shining and we had nice warm days to enjoy. It was great for going outdoors and taking in the fall colours.
I spent Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday morning with my Dad and his girlfriend. We always have a good time when we get together and this was no exception. We laughed, we ranted... we ranted some more and laughed some more. Dad beat me at several games of pool and his girlfriend beat me at one as well. I'm (obviously) not a great player but I enjoy it. Half of the enjoyment is watching my Dad's goofball antics while he plays.
On Saturday we got together with my Nana, my half-brother and his wife and their kids for Thanksgiving dinner out at a local restaurant. It was the first time that I've met one of the kids and the other is 5 years older than he was last time I saw him. It's incredible how quickly things change when you aren't looking. As usual, Dad got my brother in trouble with his wife - a particular talent of his - and had Nana "scolding" him throughout the meal. We're an odd bunch but it's all in good fun and we get along really well (although you might not realize it as an outsider looking in).
I got home late on Sunday afternoon and had some good company for the evening. It was nice and relaxing, consisting largely of good conversation and yummy pizza dinner.
On Monday evening, I started to feel a bit of pain in my throat and by the time I woke up yesterday, I was in a lot of pain. Today is somewhere in the middle with aches and pains added for good measure. On the plus side, it was a long weekend, so I've only missed two days of work so far (although, I have a feeling I'll be missing tomorrow too) but I know that there's going to be a tonne of work to get done when I'm back. C'est la vie! Here's to hoping one more day of rest will have me back up and on my feet again.
I'm really sorry that I haven't written in you since June... I mean JUNE!! What happened?!
Okay, so a lot happened. J-boy and I have split up. I wasn't happy anymore and it didn't look like things were ever going to change. I'd settled on ending things and making the decision to do it felt right. It also felt scary.
It just kind of happened one night when we had a fight that I finally marshaled up the courage to tell him it was over; I was leaving him. The initial response I got was "you can't leave fast enough". Well, turns out that may not have been the truth but it sure made me feel that I'd done the right thing.
So, I started looking for my new home and found a place that I just fell in love with. J-boy on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing so well ... eventually we had it out about how we both felt. That was when the first bit of doubt started to creep in. I was second guessing myself and the decision to split up. Maybe we'd just needed to talk. I stuck to my guns though. I pretty much had to because I'd already gotten a new place that I really loved and paid my last month's rent on it...but I felt confused and uncertain for a few days, wondering if I had made a terrible mistake.
The feeling did pass after a few days and once I started getting stuff moved in to my new place (a million thanks to C & J and Eumelos for all their help) I started feeling even better. I feel wonderful in my new place. Even with the tons of boxes that are piled everywhere, this is home and it is a happy home.
Before anything got moved in, C & J came over with me and we did a house cleansing and blessing. C took care of most of it, leading me through parts for me to do. It felt good to start things out on a positive note like that. After we finished, we unloaded the bed they were nice enough to give me, and I was able to see just how much space I had. I couldn't believe how big my room was. It's always hard to gauge just how much space you have until there's some furniture in there to give it perspective.
With the help of Eumelos's ZipCar membership and C & J's little SUV, I had everything moved out by the end of Thanksgiving weekend. I couldn't have done it without the help of all of my friends.
The weekend that we finished everything up was a bit rough for me. I stayed up really late working at packing and felt like I was getting nowhere. C & J came and took charge the next day, getting me all packed up and moved out. The worst it got was about midway through the day when I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up. I sat down for a few minutes, took some deep breaths and kept at it. The support from everyone (even my friends who weren't able to be there but I knew would be if they could) really pulled me through.
It feels so good to be in my new place. I love it here and I haven't felt this happy and positive in a really long time. Being in my little basement apartment with Apalala-Lizard-Face makes me incredibly happy.
I am overjoyed.
And with the rain comes the migraine. I trudged in to work long enough to realize that I was almost useless, which is unfortunate because we were already short three people. *sigh*