Since the last time I wrote, I broke up with Brian a month before he was suppose to move down here - just couldn't do it. Not meant to be. Not him or me. I like my space. It will probably be decades before I ever want to truly share it with anyone. Unintentionally always the heart breaker, just too passive, whoops, sorry never wanted it in the first place.
I now work in a Special Ed class at an elementary school and I love it to pieces. I am either going to get my Masters in Special Education or go back and get a second degree in psychology in order to become an ABA (Applied Behavior Analyst) specialist. (And eventually get a Masters and PhD...I love school and learning and editing papers!)
I might go live on a farm in June. I just need to save enough money so I don't have to work for that month. Live in a tent, learn how to farm, and restore an old cabin from the 1800s. Work with my hands, hands in the dirt under the sun.
Anyways, thats about it. I am loving the country life. I love the scenery and my front porch. I love the quiet. I love the absence of people. I love the overwhelming presence of animals and nature. But I do want to move somewhere in a year. This is not where I was suppose to end up but it was exactly what I was looking for. My feelers have always been out and working, can't wait to see where I end up next. Just getting closer to how I want to live my life.