In the Garbage Can
So many blogs I have thrown in the garbage can lately. I don’t think the blogs are bad but I get distracted and walk away and when I return I’m not interested anymore. What did I write about yesterday? I don’t know. I won’t even glance over it with my sleep deprived eyes. Moving on. Today’s topic is aggitation. I have spent years of my life in a semi-aggitated or extremely aggitated state. I have jumped from job to job. I’ve had too many committed relationships. I’ve moved more times than I can count, sometimes to a new city, sometimes a new state; I’ve even considered a new country more than once. Once again, I’m in a place where everything is new: relationship, home, city, job. And hopefully next month I’ll be in another new job. But now I’m tired. I want to rest. I want to find a place to settle. After much drama in January around Tyler and my separation from him, Steve and I met up again. “You are the last person I made love to,” I told him. This was saying a lot sin