I looked into Direct TV Hartford when we first moved here because the kids were really upset about having to leave home. I felt really bad about taking them away from all their friends but I had to do what I had to do when I got this great job offer. It’s tough being a single mom and it’s even harder when you’re doing it financially totally on your own so I knew that in this economy I had to take any job that was an improvement to what I had. I actually really like to hear and I think over time this place is going to grow on the kids. Connecticut is a quiet place to grow up and I think they’re going to have a lot less temptations to do bad things than they did back in California. I love my children and I never want to do anything but the best for them and I think this move was the best thing for my whole family in the long run.
Today started as a depressingly lazy Sunday. I woke with the feeling that I’m not doing anything with my life (which really can put a damper on one’s mood).
The problem is I don’t see anything that’s wrong with me at the current time. Sure, the lack of a job is pretty disheartening, but it’s not the end of the world. I think my biggest problem is I’m still sad about it being five months since I’ve seen my boyfriend. Long-distance relationships suck.
College is a really big bummer, too. Financial aid gave me the short end of the stick by conveniently losing one of the forms I had to submit back in the fall and never telling me about it. Plus, the only reason why I’m staying in school right now is to defer the loans from Purdue.
Everyone always asks me what I want to do with my life, and the same response I give every single time is that I want to be a flight instructor. Then they proceed to ask what college degree I need in order to achieve that goal. After I’m done laughing, I loudly exclaim “none!” That’s what ticks me off about the whole thing – I’m spending money to save money.
I would love nothing more than to take all the money spent on college tuition and textbooks, and put it toward my IFR rating. Flying used to be my way of leaving the world behind and pretended nothing existed except fuel gauges and landing strips. Now it seems like the world is doing everything it can to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. And that sucks.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve written a quality post in this blog. Not a lot has happened since 2010, but lately I’ve been looking for a place to write down my thoughts. What better spot than a well-established site like this? 🙂
For a while I was building a 1939 Waco biplane (from Thanksgiving to Christmas). That came to an abrupt halt when the aircraft owner decided he wanted to do his buddy a favor and hire his son. It’s apparent that as a female, I can conquer the cockpit but not the toolbox. Not yet, anyway.In the midst of all the personal stuff going on, I started attending the local Buddhist temple back in the fall. I figured it was a nice place to be able to escape from mindless crap and take a few deep breaths every week. It is since become a major part of my life and I definitely have no idea what I would do without three hours of solitude every Wednesday evening.
On January 14, I celebrated the third anniversary of my relationship with my boyfriend (second anniversary which we’ve been 800 miles apart). He is still waiting to receive the class date for the FAA Academy. I’m still sitting on my butt waiting for him.
I’m trying to think of other stuff that has happened which would be remotely important enough to write down. Not coming up with anything.
At any rate, I’m hoping I can turn this blog back into something it once was. I have no idea what that is, but dealing with stuff quietly gets pretty old after a while.