Really, nothing exciting at all. No job offers yet (yes, I'm applying, not waiting for someone to magically contact me). Which means no new domicile just yet. I live in the world's crapiest apartment, and with the loudest neighbors overhead. I think the only reason I went to nursing school was to be able to afford a better crappy apartment, as house prices around 200k for fixer-uppers is a little out of my reach. Sigh.
Do I waste money on the lottery or hope for a rich relative I've never met (and don't believe I have) to die and leave me everything? I'm not asking much, two bedrooms, 1000 sq. ft., a small yard, and maybe a garage in case I someday decide to buy something newer than a 10 year old car. Or put a stereo worth more than $70 in the one I currently have. A basement would be nice too. Or a three bedroom where the third bedroom is the second floor, like a "master" bedroom. Who am I kidding, the cat's are the masters in this home, then the kiddo. I'd be willing to fight for a whole floor all to myself though. Sigh. I suspect this lovely vision is no where in my immediate future, providing immediate is any time in the next 5-10 years.
For now, I'd settle for a washer/dryer hookup and not being able to hear my neighbor pee.
Thinking that was settled, I ran across a picture of myself from 5-6 months ago, right after I quit smoking and right before I ate the holiday. I thought my chin was too thick in that picture, and felt like I looked fat, as usual, but truth is I was around 170 then, not the 208 I'm staring down the barrel at now. What a shocker when I saw just how thick both of my chins are now. I would love to go back to that girl. She looked like she was under a little less stress there. Even considering she had just quit smoking and was under holiday stress in addition to the continued class load. Hindsight hindsight.
The list is getting longer again. Thinner chin. Washer/dryer hookup. Not being able to hear neighbors taking care of their bodily functions. Self-Esteem.