Again. I hate break ups. Even when I’m the one initiating it, it just completely sucks. I feel so terrible hurting someone that I really do care about. And I know he was upset, but the hurtful words still sting. Now I’m here, single, not really sure where I’m going or what I’m doing. Hoping someday my prince will come…hopefully sooner rather than later.
Last night Meghan and I had a spontaneous date night at Bisla’s - shocking I know. We joked like we always do, laughing so much that I’m pretty sure I got an ab workout and burned off the buffalo chicken salad I ate. But we also had some serious talk, about the future. Her plans for grad school. My plans to move home. Boys. Jobs. Life. I’m not sure if this conversation made me more nervous or excited about the future. I woke up today not really sure how I feel about things in general. I know I love my job. But now I’m think I’m 25 (almost) what about a house and hubby and kids. I don’t know where I stand in my current situation, I have days I’m happy and see a future and then I have days were I want to move on. I don’t want to meet someone who is ready to settle in Sacramento because that is not where I see myself in 5 year, heck it’s not where I see myself in 3 years. Oh the questions and thoughts in my head are going to drive me nuts. Growing up is hard.