The last time I was here, was 6 months ago. I’d apologize for the long absence, but I don’t care.
Here’s the stitch.
Location, Location, Location
I FINALLY moved out of my parents’ place! It only took me 12 years, but I finally did it! I want to use this time to give a huge big-ups and shout out to the big JC upstairs. For without Him, this would never have been possible. But seriously, it wouldn’t have been. There is absolutely no way He wasn’t involved, because things happened pretty fast. Almost too fast. After the struggle being SO real for over a decade, to find the “perfect” place within a few weeks made me give the Universe the side-eye. Don’t get me wrong, I was insanely happy things were falling into place so perfectly, but I was also creeped out. It was clear that I was witnessing a miracle in action. Here’s my proof: For starters, I accidentally found this place. I random Googled “Apartments in Pelham Bay Park Area”, and this was the first listing from Zillow. The price was way below my budget, so I thought this was a total hoax, and a fancy version of the Craigslist Killer was waiting for me. But that price was too good, and like any other New Yorker seduced by a discount, I called. Turned out, homicide wasn’t in my future. Now I have this pretty decently sized 1Bed/1Bath in a condo/co-op building, barely half a block away from the 6 Train, for under $1200. I have real hardwood floors and tons of natural light. I wake up happier every day, and come home happier than that. Jesus definitely IS my homeboy and He’s welcome to come over any time.
Bae Ain’t Here
Still single. Still ambivalent about it. Still refuse to try too hard to fix it. I’m just not made for this current dating climate. I was talking to someone for a few months. Literally. TALKING. He hardly ever wanted to make plans with me, canceled a bunch of times, and always had an excuse. But he called me every single day. Wait, that’s not entirely true. I barely heard from him on weekends. But every week day, when he was leaving his job, he’d call me on his way to the train. Then when he got off the train. And sometimes, if I was lucky, I’d hear from him again when I finally got home. Granted, he was 3 sheets to the wind by 7 pm almost every evening. But I’m not here to judge. He finally ghosted on me completely when I asked him straight out what he was doing. Were we friends, were we gonna finally have the sex I hadn’t had in almost 2 years….WHAT??? No answer. However, almost 3 months later he attempted to contact me again. That ended in me telling him to please go fuck himself, eat shit, and die. Not necessarily in that order. Oh, and to also never contact me again ever in his life. So far he’s listening to my instructions, and I hope that continues.
Career Woman
I don’t want to post too much here, because I don’t want to jinx myself. But it’s been a year since I’ve started over at my new place and they still seem pretty impressed with me. As I told one of my bosses, as long as they keep paying me I’ll keep showing up there. Besides, I actually like what I’m doing. Ironically, I’m doing accounts payables as a former English Major and I laugh about it almost every day.
I’d keep going, but this blog has been long enough. Until next time. Stay classy and sassy.
Always, G-Code.
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