I turned 32 yesterday. While I’m not exactly where I thought I’d be at this age, I am where I need to be. There is a reason why I haven’t blogged much over the last couple of months. I recently moved back to my hometown in order to care for my Grandma, who will be 88 in January. In the midst of the move, I also changed jobs. I still work for the same company, but I now work part-time. Instead of managing a convenience store, I am now working once again as a cashier. I also moved stores in order to make it all work. So far, so good.
And since everyone who knows me has asked: Yes, Brian and I are still together. That’s the hardest part of it all. Brian and I are still very much in love; it is just that much harder to spend any time with him. We lived together for eight years, and I thought we’d be married for several years by now. I also thought that I’d own a home, have my career at least on the right track, and even possibly have the adoption process started.
So where did I go wrong? I’ve asked myself that very question several times over the last few years, and I still have no answers. All I can say is this: Everything happens for a reason. Right now I have a fresh start. And I have to admit, I am closer to achieving some of my dreams than I have been in a very long time.