I'll try and make this entry a little more personable. Being oohh so obscure and fleeting gets old sometimes.

I'm getting a new job, soon. It's a full time desk job working in communications sort of deal. A lot better than serving up espressos or developing photos, I think. And, I'll still be on the Yale campus *hoorah*

Also, getting a new house. The one that my roommate and I are living in presently shows very concrete signs of someone trying to break in. Totally not cool. We live in a nice area, too, but apparently that doesn't mean shit, nowadays. If you haven't already heard of it, Google the Cheshire, CT rape/murder that happened in January. I live on the Hamden/Cheshire line, so yeah... apparently anything's possible.

I've thoroughly concocted the complete synopsis for my novel, and I'm writing tidbits of it here and there, between scraps of paper and my various notebooks. Hopefully, when I obtain a computer and internet of my own, it will become a much more involved sort of production *crosses fingers*

On top of this, I've picked up a belly dancing gig at a Mediterranean/Middle Eastern restaurant called Kasbah Garden. Its novelty is the actual garden that they open up out back when it's warm, for people to sit and dine in, and watch the bellydancers. Now I'm one of them. I'm there every Saturday, dancing on the inside, for now. Definitely happy about this :}

A lot of my friends are leaving town, or already have left. It makes me wonder why I haven't left, too. But, if all goes as planned, hopefully I'll be in Virginia soon after my two baby godsons are born. And Kissimmee, thereafter. I still want to move back there.

Then again, I'm definitely open to the prospect of something else happening that will convince me to stay. You never know, I guess, and I actually like where I live, so who knows...

I'm really starting to dig this feeling of normalcy. Hell, I'm even starting school this year. I'm the first female in my line of family to attend college. It's crazy, it's exciting, and I don't quite know what to do with myself knowing that in four years I'll have my BA in English.

You know, they say I was born on the cusp of rebirth. I never gave two shits about Astrology until this past summer, but it's all kind of interesting how this whole "rebirth" thing is becoming so prevalent in me. The middle of last year, I felt gutted, empty, betrayed and scared. Now, it's not even a year later, and I am optimistic, content, and healed. I'm not so devastated over the miscarriage, anymore. I know who I can keep close, and even closer. I know better. I grew up, ultimately. Looking back, I can say that I wear all these scars as decoration, now.

Most importantly, I'm coming out of my cocoon, and it's time to fly.

I am fortunate, blessed, and moving forward. Even my tarot cards say the same thing. Watch me go.