Not a terribly fun one, not one that I'd seek out if I had the option to not seek it out, but it is certainly an adventure. Especially living alone with cats. Prior to July 2022, I had only lived "alone" once in my life, and that was only for about 2.5 months before flipping my car into a river and being dragged back down to the twin cities by my dad.
It's been a fairly steep learning curve on some things, but I'm starting to get the hang of things. I'm also finally starting to get a handle on my mental illness, which has been making itself far more apparent as I get older. Unmedicated PTSD will only be sustainable as an option for so long before you finally need to get your ass on something. And finally, I am.
Which is meaning I'm finally starting to think clearly enough to deal with essentially a hoarder situation. I had the better part of a 10x10 storage space, stacked up to about my own height, when I started working on this. I currently spend every weekend going through a box or two at a time and listing what I think might sell on marketplace or etsy, depending on age and quality, and throwing out the shit that I know I don't want and nobody else will, either.
It's a process. My apartment still looks a damned wreck, but it's a lot less shit already and I'm honestly really happy with the progress I've been making.
I've finally gotten out of retail, at least for now. Who knows what the future will hold, but I hope that I'll still be in my current job for a good long while. I currently very much enjoy it. Due to social media rules for where I'm working, I'm gonna be purposely vague, but it is still very much in the service of others, even if I'm not trying to sell anything to anyone.
But honestly, I kinda like that more than i I was just working some vague office job not directly helping anything or anyone or affecting change on anything or anyone. I can tell it's probably going to be a job that burns me out pretty easily and probably fairly frequently, but it also seems like it'll be fairly easy to talk to my boss and be like "yo, can I please use some of my admittedly ample pto/vacation/sick pay for a couple mental health days in a row? Ya mans needs a break." Not that I'd really go for more than two paid days in a row or a long weekend. It's just nice and refreshing and kinda weird to be working at a place where I'll have that option WITHIN THE YEAR. I'm so used to retail, where, if you even get paid time off of any kind, it only kicks in after a year has passed. By the Ides of March, I will be eligible to use accrued pto. And that makes me really happy because I'm betting by beginning of April I'm going to need just. A day.
This weekend, I'm endeavoring to clean up my "dining room" area. My apartment is kinda open plan in the living room/dining room/kitchen area, but there's a dining area I've kind of cordoned off with a couple bins and the placement of my table. I want to actually be able to use that table coming up because I'm going to be starting to make my own dishwasher detergent powder and laundry detergent powder and I'd like the extra space.
I'm gettin thrifty in 2024.
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