Memories

I am in a pretty good mood. I just got home from cat-sitting. It feels good to be home, even though my housemate has two guests over at once. I am really excited about my trip on Friday. There are so many possibilities when it comes to what we are going to do during the day. I am going to let my boyfriend choose what activities we are going to do. The weather is supposed to be really nice on Friday, no rain in sight.

Another reason why I am in a good mood is because I got paid today. I get two disability checks; a small one on the 1st which is like a supplemental check, and the main one on the 3rd. It feels good to not be completely broke.

In about a month and two weeks, I will be taking a keyboard specialist exam for the state. That test will be grammar- something I am not as confident in as I was in the past. Nonetheless, I think I will do alright. They don't actually test your keyboarding skills until you get an interview. It is an entry-level position, and I am hoping I can get a full-time job out of it. My anxiety is probably the biggest challenge I will face.

My sister and I were looking through old photo albums during the past few nights. I remembered a lot of what I saw in the photos. I remembered best the pictures with my childhood friends, sister, and the toys I got on the holidays/birthdays. My father looked like he had some alcohol in him for a majority of the pictures. He had this weird kind of angry/spaced-out look; he definitely did not look too happy. There weren't really many pictures from after we moved when I was 13. When we moved, everything went downhill. I had no friends, people weren't that interested in becoming friends with me, and my dad lost his job. My mom was at her worst those years. I didn't want to be in school, and I didn't want to be at home. That's kind of an issue when you are too young to own a car and drive. It was also an issue because my mom would not let me go outside for a walk when I wanted to get away. I wanted to get away from her, and she kept me trapped up in my room. I took the majority of the abuse; my sister didn't get attacked as much as I did. I am grateful for that fact, and I am grateful to be out of that house.