I've been 26 for all of three (nearly four) days now, but I've had a blog post in my mental queue for a while now. Here goes...
Over the last month, a lot has changed. I have learned // am still learning how to balance my life and my grandma's life. (Things still aren't quite crystal clear in that department, as laundry still manages to pile up in my bathroom floor and grandma's lawn only gets water on the weekends...)
I am also fairly confident that, at this moment, if I were given all the necessary tools to be my own adult (IE: a car, a job, and a place that is entirely mine) I would make it, alone. But, I don't have a car, which makes it difficult to have a job, and that makes it difficult to have anything else, too, as the fundage doesn't exist.
But, here it is, my life as it is now. Living in my uncle's house with my boyfriend until my uncle gets out of jail (which, honestly, is an unknown quantity at the moment), no working television, no cable, spotty internet, no car, no craft-space, and spending all my time gardening, running errands with/for grandma, feeding animals, and ignoring my life completely.
Please, don't get me wrong. I love my grandma. I absolutely adore her. And I know my time with her is limited.
....but when am I going to get a chance to start my life? I mean, really, when?
Things are so uncertain right now.
Lots of things are in the air: grandma, the living situation...etc.