As of December 1, I am officially financially independent. Because that’s not just a little bit scary.
Finally. Peace and quiet here in the newsroom.
It amazes me how quickly this semester has gone. I talked to Jen tonight. I still can’t believe that her and Eddie are getting married. I can, but I can’t. It’s just like when Papa died and I told her that we aren’t old enough for this. And I feel like she and I are still riding bikes around our neighborhood running away from Donna, who called me a bad infuence.
I miss Jen. Tonight she told me she was proud of me for going after what I wanted, and it meant so much. It’s one of the things that will keep me going in the next few weeks, writing crazy amounts of pages, just like I remind myself that Jon said he was proud of me too, when I get too overwhelmed. The end is so close I can feel it. My mom is coming up Tuesday and then we’ll have Thanksgiving on Wednesday.
Ah boring post, and now I’ve lost my inspiration. Time to watch the news!