So I guess I need to start explaining what all I am referring too, huh? I am sure you are curious as to what these twist and turns are?
Well lets just jump right into it then. As some of you know but not all I am sure, I moved to the beach for the summer. I figured it would be a fun adventure especially after how my college career end and all (you know that little thing called a tornado that hit my beloved Tuscaloosa).
Well I fell in love with the beach. I mean how could I not? I work at night and spend most of my days sleeping or at the beach. How is that not fun? Plus I have made some wonderful friends down here and really learned what living is all about. So, now that summer has come to an end and all of my roommates have left to go back to school I have decided to make the beach life a permanent thing, well that is at least for a year before I have to go back to school myself.
I mean, would you not do the same thing if you had the chance? That's a serious question people...
So yea, I am living at the beach now. It has had it stressful moments, trying to figure out if I would be able to afford it down here and if I could find a place to live and another job. Let me tell you something God knows how to provide. I am now a manager at the restaurant and I had found one day job so far and am looking for another. Yes, I will be busy but I would not have it any other way.
And bonus, I now have a place to live! I am super pumped about this new piece of news because I am about to have to move out of the place I am currently living in now and because the new place is closer to the beach and work.
So all of that is just the tip of the iceberg. While down at the beach I was able to take a good look at my life and maul over where it was going. A disturbing away to describe it, I know but I feel like that is how it went.
I made the decision to move to the beach with out the" boy's" help. That sounds stupid right. But after 3 years of dating is it? I mean its not like I could call him up and say "Hey, I'm moving to the beach for the summer", he is at fucking boot camp and we had no contact. So I did it. I moved down here. I had let him move to Montana and everywhere else, why should it matter if I moved to the beach.
Well to him, it wasn't a big deal, but at the same time it didn't matter if had been a big deal, I was already down here and I wasn't going anywhere. So that got my mind twirling and I realized, I was always the one doing the traveling in the relationship or always the one trying to make it work. Now he would come see me and we tried to make it fair (the whole traveling thing) but I always felt like I was putting more into it than him. So I did want anyone would do, I cried and laughed and I debated for a while about what I was going to do. Stay miserable or get single? I know that I loved the kid but should I make myself happy? Of course there is always more than one problem in relationship so I looked at all those and I came to the conclusion. "I needed a break."
So here is another twist and turn, I am now single. After 3 years, it weird and different but I am enjoying life. Who knows what the future holds for us but I know right now I need to figure out what the future holds for me before I put him first in life again.
So with all that off my chest I wish I had pictures to show you what all I have been up too down here as a beach bum but I don't have a camera so this post will just be words for now.