Turning a house into a home...

Today, my roommate and I spent a lot of time making our little house into a home. We have chalkboard paint on the wall in our kitchen, so I finally personalized it for us. We got curtains, I got things to bake with, and a bunch of things for my bathroom. It makes me feel good to know that I finally have a place to call my own, and I can decorate and take care of it the way I want. I am baking something for the first time in my own place. You won't know how satisfactory it feels to be self sufficient unless you can finally get out on your own and do it.

Yesterday was my birthday.

Aside from being exhausted yesterday, having to work, and being sick this morning, I had a very average birthday. That's not to say that it wasn't great. I'm just coming to a realization that birthdays are just another day as we grow older and have to be adults. All I asked for, because my family wouldn't let me say "nothing", for my birthday were gift cards to Target to help out with things in my apartment. And boy did I get them! I also picked up a bunch of beads and craft supplies to start making jewelery  for my shop. If I find my camera, perhaps I will start posting pictures and the like. Right now, since I have all my stuff in my room, everything seems crowded. But soon, I will be getting a bike rack and some pretty accessories for Christopher, and he will hang on my wall over my bed. And then there are the little things, the unexpected treats we get from our friends. When it almost wasn't my birthday anymore, Elsbeth comes over and brings me a slice of my favorite cake. She's the best. Becoming an adult just means that you remember to be thankful for the little things that you took for granted when you were a kid, and instead of being greedy and asking for everything in the world, it's quality time you wish to spend with others, instead of their money.

Rough day.

Today was a rough, and fairly eventful day. I woke up before my alarm, as always, and ate my boring banana breakfast. Then, I went down to Carytown and applied for a second job at this cute little bead shop called Bangles and Beads. I am super excited to hear back from them, even though I don't have any expectations. If I do get the job, it would be something fun and new to learn, as well as interesting since I've never held two jobs at once before, excluding the Guard. After that, mom and I ate lunch at Chipotle, where I found that I much rather prefer Qdoba. Forgive me the unpopular opinion, but I have no regrets! And then came the longest day of work since I started back. I was working by myself in the tagging station, and it was the busiest buy day we've had since I've been back, plus being overwhelmed with customers wanting fitting rooms, and picking up after small children. In addition to all of this, I am now discouraged about the possibility of the new job. I talked to my current boss about the application I gave, but she didn't seem to like the idea very much. Instead it seems as if she wants to give me more responsibilities and things to do without increasing my pay. By the way, I already make minimum wage. I just hope that, if I do end up getting this second job, we can work out some way to either do both, or perhaps give up the one that is the least promising. I can just see myself already getting stressed out about some things at Plato's, and I really want Bangles and Beads to work out. It's just that, my birthday is in two days, I just moved out of my dad's house and have all these financial responsibilities, and I am certainly not spending enough time with the Lord. Tonight, coming home from a long 8 hour shift, I found myself even uninterested in my blog's namesake. I didn't want even a beer, and I didn't even want to knit. I don't know what's wrong with me.

Indeed.

This is certainly a place suited for thought placement. This is what I need. This is my first post in my new blog, not to take the place of Tumblr, but rather to give me more of what Tumblr cannot. I have fought so long and hard against starting a new blog, much like I do with things in my day to day struggles, but have finally seceded. This will be a place for my thoughts, my knitting, my DIY home decor, my projects, my sarcasm, and my heart. Do not harbor any expectations, for they will without question soon be shattered. I am trying. This is my pursuit.

This shows I repeat myself quite often.