Slow and Steady

They say that slow and steady wins the race, but I'm getting tired of plodding along. I'm getting close to being done with my degree, I'm getting close to being settled in this new apartment, I'm getting closer to being ok with myself and mending the tears in my soul from old wounds and ones that weren't quite as old as the others, but I'm tired of being a student - tired of being half-way settled and tired of being broken and mending. Still, I can't say that no progress is being made. There are a few prospects here and there that are helping me see the brighter side of things and I've got lots of loved ones both here and remote that love and care for me no matter what - people that are helping me be more the person I want to be and less the person that I had become.

So I move on and continue to tread the path of 'working on it' and hope that everything turns out all right in the end. I had an interview this past week with a company that would have flown me to Budapest, Berlin, Cannes and other lovely places for work AND let me work most of the time in jeans and in the company of dogs, but that didn't pan out. Too bad.. but I do have a job and they did give me a raise and RSU's... I think those are stocks, but I can't be too terribly sure, as I'm not 100% on any of that financial stuff.

We're now officially in the new apartment, which is beautiful and which I get to paint/decorate/actually unpack into. My room is sufficiently large and the closet is enormous... and I'm decorating the bathroom with an obnoxiously pink flamingo shower curtain and accessories. Pics to follow, because as I know, "pics or it didn't happen."

I suppose the only thing that is really truly lagging behind (at least in my mind) is the search for someone to spend my time with in a 'boy-girl relationship' sort of way. Kobold doesn't count because a). he's my cousin (however many times removed) and b). he's got a girlie friend and c). while he is an excellent cuddler, it's just not the same. There have been offers etc... but while I love and/or like the people that have attempted to make the next step to a relationship with me, there is always something a little bit off and it makes me hesitant. Of course, I don't want to just jump in and marry the first guy who brings me flowers or holds a door open for me, but I would like some kind of companionship aside from friends and family. It's just hard being alone, especially since this past month marked the end of both of my major relationships.