This is a rare I'm ever going to really make about my personal life.
I did one of the craziest things I've ever done before.
I quit my job, bought a plane ticket, and asked my brother and his girlfriend to watch my rabbits until my friend can pick them up in about a month... then I hopped on a plane.
I know I haven't been writing a lot lately, or very active on my social media stuff. It's because I got a new job--a good job--that had health insurance and everything before I upped and left it so I could move.
But why leave Kentucky?
That job I left? I decided, on a whim, to apply with my ex-boyfriend, who I was spending a lot of time with even though we'd broken up. We were trying to stay friends, but we did break up. I should know from experience that it's hard to remain friends with an ex. A lot of what happened is too private to divulge, and I won't be using names. People who know me know what happened-and friends, please if you're reading this, keep names out of it, because I know a lot of you are pissed off. I don't even care if my ex reads this. I need to vent.
I ran from a broken heart.
Getting fed up with the bullshit I had to go through in Kentucky was a HUGE deciding factor too.
I was tired of not having a car, of worrying about getting to work, of not having my own apartment, of kinda almost getting isolated from my actual friends because vehicles broke or we lived too far apart. I know this is my blog about writing, but this is writing. It's nonfiction. It's something I never in a million years thought I'd have to write, or openly admit to online. I've written a few short essays before, a couple things here or there for a creative writing class when I was still a student at EKU, but I've not thought about writing about myself very often when really I should do it more. Writing about yourself allows you to express things you wouldn't normally be able to express. It gives you ideas later for when you're actually ready to work on your fiction, if you are a fiction writer. I hate diaries, and private journals. I might write one or two things in a notebook then lose it.
Some of you, if you are reading this from my Twitter or Facebook, may have seen a few pictures I've posted recently. I moved to Alexandria, Virginia, with a good friend I knew in college. He knew me before I was married. He's been asking me to move, or at least visit, him in Virginia for almost three years. Actually it might have been longer than that since I almost moved I mistakenly got back into a relationship with my ex-husband before he ever asked me to marry him in 2010, but anyway, that's another very long, very private story I won't go into in a blog to strangers.
It's silly... and maybe a little trivial, but how else am I going to get experience as a writer if I don't let myself fuck up once in a while?
We're all human, and we all make mistakes. Mine is just that I fall in love too hard and too fast with the wrong men. Ha, it's probably why I'm such an angsty romance writer.
Funnily enough my best friend also expressed the same sentiment about two months ago. I guess it's why she's my best friend. She also encouraged me to get the hell out of Kentucky. I'm pretty sure her and the roomie are secretly doing happy dances.
The good thing? I already love this city (there I go, falling in love easy again). I can't wait to get Thumper and Winnie home. My life is already a bit more stable because I've got my own place even though I miss my friends and everyone like crazy. I've never walked into a bar before and been offered a job as a waitress. I've never gotten emails from a job hunting site asking me if I want to set up an interview. None of that would have happened in Kentucky, although my previous supervisor did tell me that if I'm ever living there again that I'm welcome to come back to the company because I did so well. I'm thinking I may be able to publish my next novel sometime close to spring. I guess the whole point of me writing this is to point out that you shouldn't be afraid to write what you feel or think, and I've been holding a lot of that in lately. I've not been expressing myself enough and it started to suffocate me. I probably would've fizzled out eventually on the writing thing anyway had I stayed in one place for too long. Write what you know, right? Well, I've definitely got a few ideas now. I'm excited, finally, even though I'm trying to keep my head up because I want to keep second guessing myself. I just thought my readers--and the few of you following me who are curious--should know what's going on. I'm still serious about publishing and trying to get myself back on the right track for that. I will, too. Get myself on the right track.
Besides, there are so many things in Alexandria it's crazy. It's a beautiful city. I have like four blisters but really, it's beautiful. I might have to write about it more at some point... just a bit worried about talking about myself too much, ha! I think I was afraid to move, and that's why I didn't do it years ago. Sometimes you need to do it though--just take that leap, like I did when I published Cheap Guitars and Head Over Hoof. This is a bigger leap. Actually, it was a flight, but we don't have to get technical. :P
