Relocation.

In mid-June, I started a job.

At the end of September, they let me go.

Le sigh.

Today I had a phone interview with a company out in California. They like what they heard on the phone, they like my resume, and they said HR would be calling with an offer by the beginning of next week. I have a face-to-face interview on Friday in Kentucky; I'm still going to cover all my bases, but I prefer the California job because it pays more.

So after years of pissing and moaning about wanting to move, and recently deciding I was happy to stay, here I am. Forced to relocate. I guess...I guess I'm okay with it. At the age of 18, places like Texas, Mississippi, my current state in the Midwest, they all seemed so far away. Since then I've been to the Middle East and Asia. So the west coast is no biggie...right?

The worst part is leaving Fjord. He's deploying soon, so for six months it won't even matter where I live. But not being able to see him when he gets back is going to hurt. We'll make this work, but it's going to be hard.

National Anti-Bullying Month.

October is National Anti-Bullying Month. Way to stand up, Ms Livingston. Yes, obesity is a major health concern in our nation, but do you really think humiliating a complete stranger is gonna help? It only hurts, and your children will follow your cruel example, passing on the hurt to their peers who may not be able to handle it as well as this extraordinary woman.

Piecing this back together.

When you truly love someone, you never completely stop loving them. In the deepest part of your heart, the embers of that love still glow ever-so-faintly.

There's nothing wrong with that. It means that, once upon a time, you and that person were happy together, and it's the good memories that cause those embers to glow.

When I love someone, I give them my heart. I don't half-ass it, I go all in. The problem I have when reclaiming my heart, is allowing that person to hold on to a piece of it. That's no way to move on with one's life.

So this is me, reclaiming my heart and making it whole again. Stitching it back up, gluing the smaller pieces back on, and polishing it up...so that when I love again, I hand the whole thing over, not just the majority of it.

All of it. Every bit.