It’s Like I’m Made Of Magic

I’m still in Burlington, not working, and it’s making me a little mental.  I love being here, and almost everyday I get to see my friends and my family, but I like working.  It’s not for a lack of trying. I’ve handed out resumes like Tyra hands out jars of Vasaline.  No crystals, but still just as classy.  I guess it’s just bad timing.  I am making a little (though very much appreciated) money helping out around the house that I’m staying at.  I’m down with yard work and the like, so I’m enjoying myself.  I just wish I had a job, like a real grown up.  

Might turn out that I have to head back to Boston.  It’s stupid to stay here, unemployed and without Chad, when I might have better luck finding a job in Boston.  There’s a fine line between being a free sprit, and just plain being lost.  I’m here to walk that line for you guys.  I’m offering a service, and you’re welcome.

Some of the cool stuff that’s happened since I’ve been back: 

My nephew Ethan turned 5 whole years old.  I’ve recently joined his Earth saving club.  Meetings mostly happen whenever we’re in the same room together, but we discuss the fundamentals.  Basically, he wants to figure out a way to stop all of those people from cutting down trees in the rain forest.  And he’s begun his campaign in my parent’s back yard.  I planted a Scots pine (named Prescott) there like, 20 years ago, and much to everyone’s surprise it has flourished into a mighty, mighty green beast.  And by that I mean it’s about 20-feet tall and very, very dead.  

I’ve been arguing with my father about not cutting it down for probably 15 of those 20 years, but I guess it took a five-year-old smarty pants with puppy dog eyes to really drive it home.  The tree is safe, for now.

Also, my friend Brooke and I have gotten into a very sweet little habit of getting together on Tuesday evenings to knit and catch up.  It’s nice to have someplace to go during the week, and Brooke is wicked fun.

Chad has visited a few times, and it sucks every time he goes.  E-v-e-r-y t-i-m-e.  And soon it will be my turn to rent a car and head to Boston for a visit.  I know I’ve said this before, but he is for sure the most amazing, supportive, loving, perfect boyfriend in the history of boyfriends.  He agrees that it’d be nice if Burlington works out for me because he knows how happy I can be when I’m here, but if Boston is the next step, he’s right there for that.  I’m obscenely lucky to have him on my side.  I hope it’s for ever and ever.

In other news, I’m taking full advantage of the programs and benefits Vermont offers it’s uninsured and I’m getting some health stuff in order.  Vermont rules so hard when it comes to health care.  

So, that’s everything.  If you decide to take away from this update that I am lonely, poor, unemployed, unhealthy, with a yellow garbage bag twist tie holding my glasses together (did I not mention that?) then, well, you’re just a jerk. Because clearly you are overlooking my eagerness to face new challenges and my positive mental attitude.

This has to be the weirdest post I’ve ever written.

My head hurts.