Unintentions

If my life were condensed soup, it would taste like this:

September 16th, 1984 1:27 pm I am born and find breathing comes rather naturally so I continue to do this on a regular basis. 

Age 0 to 11 is spent mostly in Austin, moving on average of once every couple of months which I will go ahead and call “adventures” rather than what they really were (running from debt). 

All parental “bridges” are burned in Austin after various schools and splits back and forth from family, and we relocate to Marble Falls, TX where I resided up until about 2 months ago. 

I decide the schools here are not to my general liking and opt for homeschooling which I should probably regret educationally speaking, but choose not to. Age 15 and I begin working semi full time (also known as part time) at a lunch delivery joint known as Noon Spoon (where I would end up again about 8 and half years later). I spend my newfound income on various nonsense that I no longer have anything to show for but figure it’s just part of being young and irresponsible so again, no regret (at least for the most part). 

Due to irreconcilable differences between the parentals and I at age 17, I leave home and begin to live with my grandparents where I learn the grass isn’t always so much greener on the other side. I dwell there 2 years then I venture out on my own where I continue to put my irresponsible financial habits to work and eventually move in with my boyfriend of 6 months. 

About five years are spent this way, and 3 moves take place. I learn how to be more responsible in most regards and learn much about relationships and what it means to truly share your life with someone else. Age 24 and I make the difficult but necessary decision to end this relationship and venture forward with a new outlook on myself and life in general.

Present day and I am currently homeless, broke, and happier than perhaps I’ve ever been. This is comforting in it’s own funny way. The future is neither bright nor bleak but rather another unknown waiting to happen and for the first time ever, I am okay with this. After all, ignorance is bliss and I am very very ignorant gal.