So I’m in a new city with a new job that I have no experience of doing at all before.
I am actually excited.
This is my first time totally going out of my comfort zone. My family’s a plane or boat ride away, and I have nobody here with me except for my increasing appetite. And a roommate who’s in the same situation. And my bee, of course.
I don’t know what to expect tomorrow when I start work and it’s scary and exciting both at the same time. But they paid for my flight. And my hotel accommodation. And no one farted in the plane. All in all, I think everything is going rather well.
I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
See, things don’t go well for me most of the time, so this makes me suspicious. What has life in store for me to punch me in the gut any day now? That I would actually suck at job? That I have only one year left to live? That my boyfriend is actually gay?
Perhaps I should stop being such a neurotic.
It’s just so new, you know? It’s a welcome change though. I really shouldn’t worry myself because tomorrow my luck would probably start going its normal route again. For now though, I’m gonna enjoy the good stuff. That, and DF.
Bring it on.