“It’ll Do”

"So, how’s your new place?"
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"It’ll do."

I think people are picking up on the fact that I’m not particularly thrilled with my new accomodations.  For a fairly affordable price for this city I’ve got a roof over my head, a place to put my things, and somewhere to sleep at night.  It has running water, all major kitchen appliances, and a decent minimum of heat.  My roommates, while somewhat flaky and irresponsible, are kind-hearted and laid-back.  So, it’ll do.

I am in a place of transition.  I’m not in my ideal living situation, not by a long shot, but I’m no longer sandwiched between a dysfunctional couple in an apartment tightly tied to memories of a life I’m trying to distance myself from.  I have a physical change in location to accompany my personal physical change in order to make the larger scale changes in my life.  Speaking of which, for those of you playing along, the tattoo is booked for Friday, May 4th.

I’m working on getting on my feet without having to either do anything illegal or semi-legal and without having to work a horrid 9 to 5 office job for some faceless corporation or semi-successful small business.  Even harder than it sounds, and hopefully it sounds pretty fucking difficult, since it is.  I’m stabilizing, balancing, working on figuring my shit out and making it work for me.

What I’m doing with my life now, while not the end result of my efforts, is a step in the right direction.  I’m not doing the kind of work I want to be doing, or living where I want to be living… but I’m on the right track.  I’ve cut way down on my drinking and drug use, I’ve changed my physical appearance to suit my personality and preferences, I’ve left a negative home environment with a stripper and her deadbeat boyfriend, and I’m on a waitlist at a local non-profit to get free one-on-one counselling relating to violence against women.

It’s not my dream life, but for now, it’ll do.