Recluse Once More

I’ve been absent from a lot of things.

I didn’t finish my Camp NaNoWriMo project like I intended event though I still work on it. I’m just kind of going along with a lot of things.  I really do have to move in less than two months. I really need to get everything together. I’ve been picking up the pace. The place where I am at is in complete disarray. But this is nothing new. I’m getting there. It’s just that I need to make sure I stay on top of everything and keep going at a study pace.

So with my new living situation, I’ll be sharing a two bedroom apartment with my mom for a year while I journey back to graduate school and try to get my thirties started off on the right foot. At 20, I felt like I had so much potential. I was about to graduate college in a year or two, the world was at my feet. But now, shit. Ten years later.

So much has happened. I’m older. Experienced more. Have more problems. Made some progress. Just trying to hang in there.

I was talking to a friend the other night and she kept remarking how excited I got whenever I mentioned grad school and the fact I get to return again. I’m not gonna lie. It scares the shit out of me. The first time at JMU, when I was 22, I struggled. I struggled so much. I went back briefly at 25, part-time, taking one class a semester while working full time. I managed to do well with those first three classes that I took, but it was hard and I still struggled. Now, I’m going back with a full-time student course load and still working full time, aiming for 30 hours a week, as a line cook. Oh brother.

Right now, I’m just trying to get myself moved. My writing has been sparse. I’m working on a couple of original pieces, dabbling in fanfiction when the mood strikes. I did get my desk assembled at my new place and the perspective of creating a new writing space is at, the very least, something to get excited about.

Sorry for being a recluse lately. Life just keeps getting in the way. Once everything gets settled, things will get better. I hope.

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