Really, I think I do, and it's weird. Things are good at the job. Really good actually. I have gotten a lot done and am actually satisfied with my work for the first time in, well, ever.

I'm not as disappointed by "where I am at 26" as I felt that I was at other ages. I'm making good money, I'm appreciated at work, I'm being challenged, I'm doing stuff I'm more interested in, and I like the people I work with. Last week I even talked my boss into paying my car insurance (for 6 months!) as a sort of "bonus" and he agreed and wrote out the check. I'm good :) ... $827 good.

I'm moving again. To the suburbs even. At least it's a first tier suburb though, only minutes from the center of the city really. It's smaller and less expensive and has wood floors and a screened in porch. It's a bit closer to work and I think it will be nice. I'll be giving up an elevator and living by the lake but I think it will be a good thing.

There might be something to the theory that if one area of your life is going really well, the others will suffer. I don't want to get into it though. Suffice it to say that I have pretty much zero social life and it's been over 2 years since I've had sex.

I have ended, and I mean painfully or explosively ended, 3 close friendships this year and 4-5 others. It is strange being alone. I haven't been coping well at times. And mostly, it has made me paranoid. I've learned over these last few months that even those you thought would be there until the (bitter) end could abruptly disappear from your life forever and you may never know why. It's made me a bit jaded about interpersonal relationships and I'm uncomfortable with feeling this skeptical.

Overall things are alright though. I just keep plodding along...

 

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