Well, the end of the month has arrived. I can’t believe I’ve been back in Wilmington for almost 3 months now. I love my job — the coworkers are nice and everyone is willing to help you, which is not something I’m used to. Things seem to be OK on the homefront; kitties have adjusted well to the new digs, and my brother lives with me presently. We’re working on that part. He got a job, which is great, so, I won’t be footing the bill for too much longer.
Trying to meet new people. The people I knew here that I thought I could trust and that were “caring” turned out to care mainly about themselves, and those ties have since been severed. I wish people would be honest and upfront from the beginning. Explain your intentions. Offer reassurance. Would you allow someone you know and love, say, a family member, to be treated poorly? Why treat someone that way? Makes no sense. I personally have tried to be as honest as possible and I know I have my own faults and downfalls, but I try to correct them.
I am lonely. I work a lot. I think too much. I want love. I want affection. I want something real and new. I also want to avoid rushing into something. Wise men say only fools rush in, after all. Sometimes I get carried away, and I’m trying not to do that. Maybe it’s in a desperate effort to hold on and avoid losing something great, but somehow it becomes mangled and turns everyone away. I’ve been on my own for a while now, emotionally and romantically. I’m just hoping to find my starting place and hopefully there will be someone great at the finish line, waiting patiently.