I'm currently listening to: "Get a Taste" by Sprung Monkey
Eh-heh. I feel as though I've neglected to mention something recently, so I'll bring it up here.
I'm not the only one who's found someone via internet in my family. Athene and John, Drac and I, as well as Dad. Yup, Dad. He joined Match.com a while back, and he was soon joined by a woman named Kat. They hit it off via messenger, and phone... and soon they met in person. That was back in August.
They've been engaged since Valentine's Day.
She's very sweet, from the few times that I've met her. It just feels like the wheels are being thrown into a higher gear than I expected, and with quite a jerk to us passengers. I still haven't met one of her sons, and they're trying to find a home that would be easily accessable from her house to ours. Somewhere in-between.
And so I'd be moving. Packing my things up from the house where I was born, and setting off for counties unknown. It sort of appeals to my sense of adventure, but it also feels a little like those reality shows like "Big Brother"... only nobody gets voted off. They all just get thrown togeather. Fun stuff, eh?
Choices- choices- choices...
I move in with Dad and learn how to drive- hmm, appealing to say the least. But what would become of my job at Wolf's in the meantime? And how far away from school?
Decisions- Decisions- Decisions-
Grandma wants me to look into student housing. After all, isn't that what most normal college students do?
So much to consider-
The other alternatives... like the one Drac has been asserting. That he wants us to move in togeather, just for a little while, and then eventually get a place of our own. Possibly even the house. Eventually the house. Of course, this would come with an engagement ring and all the promises that come along with it.
I guess I'm not looking forward to moving. I'm not going to lose my job at Wolf's, or my position as a student at Webster without a fight. Not to mention the close location of my friends and the Weber Road Library where I fell in love with Charles Dickens and Douglas Spaulding. Not if I can help it.