So, let's see, I'm married to a man who loves me deeply, and sometimes I fear that I'm incapable of returning that level of love. We live in a modest and nicely-decorated apartment on the first floor, but I want a balcony in the sun and a little porch swing.
I graduated with a degree in English, my favorite thing, but the writing jobs that are readily available (and by readily available, I mean actually hiring) are not in the creative vein. I hope that someday my journalling will amount to something.
I have a great family that lives thirty miles away, a hamster who responds to her name and begs for attention, and a brother who I've recently discovered I'd protect with my life.
Maybe I'm on my way to something great, to a cute little house, to an editing position in a publishing company, to a husband who has a 9-5 job. I don't know. But I hope I figure it out soon before this song drives me crazy.
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