The Long Hiatus

Remember how I warned that I often abandon journals?  Remember how I said that?

Well, that's what happened.  Or, I guess, here's what really happened: I started another blog post shortly after the first one and wrote a lot of words for it, kind of angrily. And then I realized I was passive-aggressively dealing w/ an annoying person who was doing something particularly annoying, and it made me feel super uncool. So, then I couldn't get my groove back, and I took a break from the blog I'd just started and then a lot of stuff happened in my life.  And I didn't want to return to blogging, 'cause I thought it would be all about getting caught up (I was thinking all linear-ly).  Here's some stuff that happened that I thought I would have to blog about thrown into a neat bulletted list:

• Jeff and I rented a house togeth.
• Jeff and I got engaged.
• I went to London.
• I loved London, the city, and Stratford, the quaint little thing.
• I hated long flights, especially alone, because you can get uncomfortably close to the people in your row, like a New Yorker, who projects lots of nonchalance and make you feel self-conscious and weird and sometimes like a nuissance for needing to use the restroom. But mostly the New Yorker was nice.  I'm giving him a bad rep.
• Long flights are okay if you're with your fiance, and you guys work out a system of watching episode after episode of House of Cards "together" but separately, on account of the headphones.  And also you can lean on him.
• I decided to go back to school to pursue a degree or two in speech pathology.
• Today, for example, in class I got really excited and started flipping through pages that discussed the order in which toddlers use various grammatical morphemes.
• It's the first time I can really see something at the end of my degree that I can do every day and feel really good about.
• My work life got a whole lot better once I figured out that I won't have to do this forevs.  That there is something out there that will make me feel important, fulfilled, smart, and good about what I do.
• It's not like my job is terrible.  I like my bosses.  It also pays decently and everyone seems nice, but it is just not something that I can commit to for the rest of my life.

So my next post will definitely include less of the bullets (why do I use them so much on this thing, what the h). 

And that satisfies my linear urge to get things all caught up before I begin again.  I really think I will post again soon.