As some of you may know, the beginning of this Summer didn’t work out as planned. To be truthful, the entire thing seemed to have failed; every single bit of security we had fell beneath our feet, and left us flopping around in some big, black void of unknown. To be even MORE truthful, I was really angry. I was angry at myself for trusting anyone but myself to make the plans work; I was angry at my job for letting me down when I needed it most. I was angry at everyone. I was angry at everything.
Now, the end of this Summer is drawing near, and Grum and I are packing our bags once again for the third move in four months. Looking back on everything now, it seems like it was right. It seems like some big thing that makes a hell of a lot of sense — like the world said, “Kay, hold up, we’re gonna’ make some changes.” I HATED the beginning of this Summer; I have note after note after note (which I wrote at a job I acquired after I realized my previous work-plan wasn’t happening) that explains how much I believed I was in Hell. I’m not lying when I say I thought I was being punished in the worst ways, that life was finally piling on the straw that would inevitably break this camel’s back. It didn’t though. It didn’t break this camel’s back. I made it through, and Grum made it through, and his mum made it through. And despite everything, I’d say we did a pretty damned good job of getting our lives back on track after we were shit-kicked by the cosmos.
Next month, Grum and I will be apart. I’ll be settling back into the big city, and he’ll remain here until the end of August to save up and prepare a bit more for the semester ahead. We both managed to work out school; which was one of the main reasons we moved here. We’ve decided to really push ourselves to do well, to have fun, and to calm our minds. Next Summer, we’ll do things right - but I know now that no matter what happens, it’ll end up being alright. After this Summer, I’m pretty confident that we can succeed. We can win.