Back when I was living in the dorms, sometimes I would just have white rice and ketchup for dinner. Either that, or Lucky Charms. (It wasn’t the healthiest of times in my life.) While I have moved on to exploring actual food groups, the rice and ketchup combo remains a comfort food for me.
Big times are coming up in my life. New job(s), visiting the US for the first time in over a year, and the biggest: I’m moving in with my guy.
This is a good thing. It is also huge. We have not been together for very long, but it feels… right. Of course, there are a million concerns – is it too much too soon, what about when we fight, how are we going to handle the financial burden, what if he decides I’m too much (or not enough), what if (enter any paranoid and/or valid thought here), etc. It still feels right.
There has been some friend drama. I messed up telling one of the dearest people to me, and I can’t make it better. But we will be ok, because our friendship is more than my fuckup. And I’m glad. I’m going to need all the support I can get!
I’m happy and scared and excited and cautious and everything all at once. It’s a tumultuous time for me.
So I had white rice with ketchup tonight. And everything’s gonna be all right.