There’s an elephant in the room.
It’s been there for awhile now, though it has decided to make itself more apparent lately.
I cannot deny any longer that it is there, as it keeps singing cheesy song lyrics like “sometimes love just ain’t enough” and “everybody needs a little time away”.
Yeah, it’s like that.
I moved closer to the day job a couple weeks ago, along with one of the cats.
Sometimes I am thrilled with the independence. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, missing my old life. Sometimes I get really excited about the new adventures that lie ahead of me. Sometimes I get really scared about being underemployed, despite a decent chunk of savings upon which to live.
I decided to allow the elephant to speak for a short while today, not for sympathy but for disclosure. I am finding it difficult to write without stepping back and feeling like I am saying too much that would raise questions.
There’s not much more to say about that elephant in the room. You can acknowledge it if you would like, but please do not expect me to talk about it here, or in any other setting. Not right now, at least.