Updating you all on the current state of my life could honestly fill up two posts…maybe three.  There’s been a lot happening, yet ironically, I have no clear answers. Yet.

Job: I’m still funemployed.  I had lunch today with a potential employer and it went pretty well.  Apparently, I made the final cut.  I’m definitely interested in this opportunity and will be praying a lot about it.  So I guess we’ll see.  In the mean time, I have been pursuing writing opportunities, helping out when needed at another organization, and volunteering.  I keep pretty busy, for a funemployed woman.  That could all change, at any moment, so I’m trying to appreciate it while I can.

Living Situation: I have yet to find a new roommate.  I had a few prospects, but those fell through, which was extremely frustrating to me.  As I tried to figure out why, I realized that I’m kinda over the whole “relying-on-another-person-in-regards-to-your-living-situation” thing.

A year ago, I had a glorified view of moving into my own place.  My daydreams of moving out were nothing short of visions of my future roommate and I singing “Kumbaya” together in our perfectly decorated apartment.  Yes, I know I can be naive at times.

Now, I am strongly considering finding a place on my own.  At this point, I think this is probably my best option, for reasons I will explain in a future post.  It’s gut wrenching to think about losing my current apartment, but I simply cannot afford it by myself.

Grandma: I recently learned that my grandmother has a neurological disorder that affects her muscle movement.  Last week my mother and I drove down to South Carolina to check in on her.  Then we brought her back to Pittsburgh.  It’s been great spending time with her, but it’s hard to see her so uncomfortable.  She’s lost weight and her energy is lower.  The sweet, feisty woman I call “grandma” is aging.  She never wants to go out of the house—not even to shop, which is her favorite past time.  I plan on spending lots of time with her while she’s here…and convincing her to cook me lots of good southern food (but only if she’s up to it).

Boyfriend: I am constantly amazed by the amount of encouragement and patience he has extended to me in the past few weeks.  When I begin to have a nervous breakdown, he’s right there, telling me to calm the hell down and trust God.  He may be a scrub, but he’s my scrub.  As I realize just how much I don’t have it all together, the more I see that I’m a scrub too.  He has a special way of making me feel sane, even though I’m not.  Without him (and my mama), I’d be locked up in a padded room somewhere.  No joke.

So that is what I’ve been up to.  It’s been a bumpy ride lately, but I have this strong feeling that something pretty cool is going to happen soon.  Don’t you worry, dear reader, because when it does, you’ll be the first to know about it.

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