Update

Ah, update! Who knew so many (three) people were clamoring to hear my thoughts, delve into my soul?

Drama aside, life is good. People from Michigan keep on asking me if it’s true that the cherry blossom trees are already, well, blossoming. Apparently they are. Me, I don’t have time to go and see. What with set up and a new job, I can’t get to D.C. proper. That’s okay, though–eventually, things will settle down and I can partake in the excitement of the nation’s capital. Or something like that.

With my bed being delivered tomorrow, it seems like I might finally make the transition from boyfriend’s place to my own place. Not that it hasn’t been fabulous, sharing space with the dude (hee!) I adore, but it’ll be nice to finally have my own apartment I’m paying for, stocked with my own stuff, up and running because I’m working my butt off at a great job. I won’t say much because I don’t want to focus this blog on my worklife (dangerous, of course, but to get away from Dyn-o-mite, I was willing to risk being fired) and I want to respect my new bosses (who are, I must say, utterly cool). However, in terms of a personal life, things are going extremely well, and my self-esteem has rocketed to sky-high levels. My running’s not doing so hot, but things will pick up once my routine cements itself a bit more. I have access to so many things here (and the monetary funds to do it once I complete all my purchases and pay for the stuff I’ve take out on credit) and I’m excited by that. This is exactly where I feel I should be right now, and whereas a few months ago I thought I was a loser and done at 27, I now feel like a young chickie waiting to take on the challenges of the business world. I now feel like I have a ton of time ahead of me, a career waiting to develop, and a lot to do. Gone is the feeling of being trapped.

My one complaint? My boyfriend lives too far from the Metro. :P

This weekend, notice to the family: I will be taking pictures of my space, I will be sending them to you via e-mail, and you will like it, I promise you. I’ll do the befores where there is very little in the space, and the afters when there will be just a little bit more (read: the bed).