this was my old house

Seven Years, since reading yours was so fun

2010:

Car was a Subaru Impreza, now a forrester. (Yes, fumblrs, we need to start a submblr apparently.)

Job: was in home family preservation, a little bit of direct care in adult foster care, grad school, started interning at a domestic violence and sexual assault crisis center. Life was very insane. Now I’m a child welfare social worker. Work with great people, love the job most of the time but despise the continuing levels of beaurocracy. Love the variety and most of the people, as well as some long lasting client relationships.

Home: that would have been my fourth year in my big apartment (bottom half of a huge old house in trendy part of town), now I own my home in the city still, a more family friendly (cheaper!) neighborhood

Pub: here and there and everywhere, keeping up with friends and catching bites and drinks where I could. Made it to latest and greatest places. Now: home on my couch.

Kids: kept a strong relationship with my former nanny kids, now I’m adoptive mama to one😍

Happy: I was happy then, it was a frantic yet fun season. I knew life would change drastically just had no idea how much. I had a lot of growing up ahead of me. I really wanted to be married and have kids. Today I am so much more comfortable with myself. I am happy and content, know I can change this life, and it is such a gift.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.