In November I started working at Barnes & Noble. There I met Zach. We knew there was an attraction. He would make excuses to be in the area I was working, I was nervous when I had to talk with him. He finally asked me out in December. We had some good conversation and drinks, and three days later we were in a relationship. This was really fast for me. I hadn't been in a relationship by choice for over two years before that. At first it was nice, having someone. Then we went and dropped the L word after a month and a half. Now I'm finally moving out of my parent's house and into an apartment of my own and I'm not sure I want him around as much as he thinks he's going to be. Conflicts.
On the upside, I'm finally getting out. It's just out to Wichita, but it's out. I can't stand being here anymore. It will be difficult, but I can do it. I've done it before. I'm a survivor. And I know if I fail again I can go back.
Hopefully my car will decide to work again. Hopefully I can figure out bus schedules, and get some more shifts to be able to get some repairs made on the car.
Things are looking up for the most part.