This is the first time I've blogged publicly under my own name; all of my previous attempts have been under various personas and identities I've assumed in my years on the internet (insert cane-shaking here), and it always seemed as though my content was targeted at those who knew me under whichever name I was wearing at the time. I guess I'm a little bit anxious about the disclosure this time around, but I have my reasons, and they're currently overriding any second or third thoughts that might pop into my head. Of course I'd love for people looking for me in The Future to be able to find out what a fascinating and wonderful person I am (wink wink), but then again I'll probably settle for being happy to find out that they've Googled me at all.
So. Who am I?
I am...
- 23 years old
- a barista and bookseller in a store that probably isn't the one you're thinking of
- a writer, when I feel like it
- a reader, voraciously, all of the time
- finally getting myself settled and thinking about getting back to school (I miss it!)
- married to a man I've known for almost seven years now
- companion to one crazy Siamese cat who disguises herself as a calico tabby
- more likely to recall pointless trivia than to remember to pay the bills
- capable of learning just about anything
- feeling stuck and trying to find a more productive life
It sounds odd, but when I look at the job listings (I love my job but my feet and knees kind of...don't) in our paper, I know that there are a lot of opportunities out there that demand experience that I don't have. And yet, I know that given a smidgen of training and a bit of time to fiddle around with the system, whatever it might be, that I could make it work. Unfortunately these days a smiling face and a willingness to learn don't get you very far.
That's why I've finally decided to go back to school. This is complicated, of course. The degree--Master's in Library/Information Science--isn't available at the school where I got my B.A. in English. I'm not terribly bothered by the fact that I'm going to have to move, since we've been tossing around the idea for quite some time now. There are some hurdles, though. Both my family and my husband's primarily live in-state and get their feathers ruffled when we can't make various holiday visits thanks to our chaotic, unpredictable, and unforgiving work schedules.
My first inclination is to move across the country. I'm sure you see the problem.
Students and retail workers (the two things I currently have experience being) don't exactly have the earning potential or the freedom to travel cross-country at the drop of a hat, or even to get plane tickets all that often, if ever.
There is a school that offers the program nearer to here, but I really don't think I want to stay so close to home, because that feels hardly like leaving at all. Nonetheless, my husband and I have discussed moving to this closer city before, but I still have my misgivings.
Decisions, decisions.
One of the primary reasons I've started blogging again is because I need a place to think about these things, to plot and ponder and consider and look at my situation from all sides. Maybe I'll eventually pick up a few readers who care to offer insight and objective opinions. Or spam. I'll take some of the latter as long as I can have the former as well.
I tend to be a wordy wench, as you've probably noticed by now. I'm going to make an effort to keep things somewhat short and sweet, but please forgive me if I stray from time to time. I do like to talk, and sometimes it gets the better of me.
So here's to posting, and to figuring things out!
