It's felt like forever since I last posted. Guess either things haven't been that wonderfully eventful for me, or I just haven't felt in the mood to type an entry.
It's been over three months now since I've returned home. Nothing seems to have changed, mood-wise, since I've gotten back, unfortunately.
I know lots of people out there have it much worse, but it just feels like everything's falling apart around me. I don't want to say I was better off in Orlando...I'll miss my friends, but my God, I never want to work for Disney again.
Maybe it's a sign that it's time I move on...start looking for my place in life. I know what I WANT to do; it's just a matter of HOW I get there. And it's not like I'd be leaving much behind- Most of my friends here have moved on themselves, and in general, the state's been going downhill ever since Katrina hit last year.
My brother and I are still putting together plans for a joint senior trip to California this summer. I may see about looking into the job market there while visiting. Besides, with my brother constantly rambling about joining the army (a moronic idea, considering his views on the war, and the fact that he has dollar signs in his eyes), I won't let it seem like I'm the dependant one, still living with my parents.
When I think about it, life is just like a book, with all of us going through our own chapters. I've already gone through several now, and I'm thinking it's time I closed another in my life. I want to start a new life, find somewhere I belong, and maybe, if God allows, finally find someone to call the love of my life.
Sorry for the drawn-out, most likely angst-ridden post, for any of you folks reading this. But hey, journals are meant for venting, right?
Until next time...
Sea-Salt Ice Cream Community Member 
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