Dear readers,
It's literally been years since I've last typed out a sad little blog post expressing my deepest desires and strangest quirks (actually, no. I have stranger quirks than those that have been posted.). I miss blogging.The main reason I signed into this account was to give my best friend T (of the newly formed yellowshoesinthecity) a boost of confidence that she greatly deserves. Her writing style is so perfectly on point and witty - not at all aloof or over the top. Altogether, she has a blog that I could read for hours. Then, for nostalgic purposes, I thought I'd visit my old blog. I heaved a great sigh and read through the posts that I cobbled together over three years ago and then I cried a bit for my vocabulary and editing skills. Man, have I wavered significantly in my ability to type a sentence. I was a little nervous to even type this out at all, but I do miss blogging a lot more than I probably should. I do have a tumblr (hubrisisterminal) that I update regularly, but it's not the same. Not at all.
Life hasn't changed as much as I secretly hoped it would. Still single. Still in Ottawa. Still a retail clerk. I'm a little bit happier since I left the last job and found a new one tricking upper-middle class citizens into buying crap furniture, but I'm still just as lost as before. My time at university is drawing quickly to a close and I always get that gripping feeling in my chest that says I'm never going to be able to stand on my own two feet. I chose a bad career. My unfailing ability to follow my heart into completely illogical decisions has once again proven that I cannot be trusted. My brain is in cahoots with my feelings and my gut is out to lunch. Economy aside, technology is proving that museums are a tricky beast. You need to have the right skill sets and experience to really fit in anywhere, and you better hope your niche is needed.
Anyways... It's late and I have an internship interview tomorrow with Heritage Canada. I'm excited, but cautiously so. I know good things don't just fall into my lap, so there's got to be a catch. Hopefully it's an insignificant one.
T - I miss you already. Have a grand time on your vacation - you deserve it.
S- we don't talk enough anymore. I miss you more than words can say. And you know me and words.
I love you all (both) for (maybe) reading this.
DFTBA,
C