So, I really meant to do an entry at my 2 years in California point, which was January 20, 2004 or something like that. I forgot. Then I was going to do one at the point where I had officially been working/volunteering at The Salvation Army which was March 3rd, but I was gone to camp and again, forgot. Today isn’t really all that special of a day I don’t think. Yesterday might have been though. Yesterday, if I’m correct (March 21) might have been my first Sunday at church there 2 years ago. It was either the Sunday after or Sunday before St. Patrick’s Day. I really can’t remember.
Anyway, so I’ve been living in California roughly 2 years, 2 months and 2 days. To be perfectly honest–I couldn’t be happier. Not to say life is all great and perfect, but in general, I’ve never regretted my decision to be here. Sure, I didn’t really plan on staying here when I first moved out here, but I’d say within a few months, I think I knew. I mean, I love Kentucky and my family and friends there, but I think I’ve accomplished more and changed in a lot of good ways from being here, that I wouldn’t have if I had stayed in Kentucky, especially if had stayed on working at the jail or in my current line of work. I commented how much I hated Lexington, but it wasn’t Lexington as much it was the place I was in my life there. I seriously saw nothing in my future there. Even with all the bad crap that happened when I worked at the jail, I’m glad it happened, because it forced me to want out. It forced me to go back to Western and take some classes and give me a break from my mundane life. Once I got into classes and realizing that there was more than that stinking detention center and those stupid people there I could not wait to get out. I couldn’t wait to find a new job in a new place, far away. And that is exactly what I did.
I packed up my little Ford, drove cross country, moved onto an abandoned military base (heh) with a bunch of other people just like me, and took a job doing something I had no clue how to do–but that I became pretty darn good at. And here I am, 2 years later. I have a real job with The Salvation Army, I’m running a housing program, teaching Sunday School and over all, pretty happy. I guess the important thing is that I don’t feel stuck. There are about a million things I still want to do(and they change on a daily basis), and I feel pretty confident that I’ll figure it out soon enough, or at least before its too late. Anyway, its just good to feel like my life has some purpose.
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