it's been quite some time, my blog reading friends. I would apologize, but I've been busy with life and I'm not all that sorry. So, sorry I'm not sorry, is that better?
admit it, you've missed me.
Time changes everything. I was looking through my instagram and two years ago I would have rather died than skipped the gym. I even went twice a day for a few months...now I'm lucky to go twice a week. But the thing is, life happens. Adulting needs to happen. I have so much to do that it's taken a back seat, especially olympic lifting. My left shoulder will completely sublux on command these days, which is bad news as it's extremely unstable overhead...which is where a snatch and jerk both end up being. So for now, that's completely out of the question. Physical therapy is for the birds, fyi. I can't stand it. I don't like people I don't know touching me, I don't like laying on that weird table and it's just a mess.
LOTS of things have happened in the last 2 months, like way too many things to name. The most important and if we're friends on facebook, I'm sure you saw...I'm moving to Illinois! 14 days left of work at Mission and then it's off to never never land. Aka Naperville, which reminds me a lot of Asheville, just a wee bit bigger and a whole lot flatter. We have some of the best people on the planet waiting for us up there, and by up there I mean "up north" aka anywhere above North Carolina. Rebecca and I drove up a few weeks ago for a visit and I do declare, Indiana is the worst state in the union. Literally nothing but corn fields, billboards for adult superstores and every so often a "HELL IS REAL" billboard with a 1-800 number on it. Hell is real, and it's physical location is the state of Indiana. Where they do roadwork for twenty six miles at a fucking time. You read that right. TWENTY SIX MILES AT A TIME. Veintiseis miles for the spanish speakers among us which I feel like by now I should at least have one, or uno readers who are bilingual. No? okay. But we drove through the entire fucking state of Indiana and I pretty much hated every mile of it. Kentucky is better. KENTUCKY. Let that sink in for a second, on my lists of states I'd rather drive through, Kentucky ranks higher. Though, I kind of want to call one of the 1-800 numbers on the Jesus billboards just to see what they say. Maybe I will.
Moving on.
I failed my CPC exam for the second time, I made a 69 and a 70 is passing. Is that not my luck, or what?! I cried like my brother died again for a good 12 hours and thankfully I have some fantastic friends who encouraged me to try again. So, August 15th right here in good ole AVL I'll take my third attempt and when I purchased that test voucher, I got a "free" retake...so technically I have a 4th attempt but let's all cross our fingers, toes and eyes that I won't need that. Otherwise I will be more of a basket case than I already am.
Speaking of basket cases, my parents aren't super excited about us moving. However, I'm 2 months away (today!) from being 26. Adventure is out there and I intend to find it. I love my family here but there's nothing written in stone that you have to live 10 miles from your parents your whole life. I want to see the other 49 states and experience more than North Carolina. If I don't like "the north" I can always come home. My friends here are fantastic but a lot of them have already moved or are planning on it themselves. There's a whole big America out there, and there won't be a better time. So i'm taking the opportunity that I have and saying SEE YA to Asheville towards the end of the month.
I can't believe it's been almost 2 years since my brother passed away and I miss him more than I could ever say. I wish he was here for me to talk to about moving with, he would be SO very excited for me but sad I was leaving. There are times I think I'm forgetting about him because I don't mention him as often as I used to. I was talking to a woman I work with a few weeks ago and she asked if I had any siblings and I just said "i have a twin sister" because I never want to make it weird and say "well I had a brother but he died", but then she asked and saying "i had a brother" never gets any easier. I wish I had something with his voice on it, but he didn't like to leave voicemails nor did he like being on camera. Sometimes I'll remember something funny he said or did and just start laughing, the woman who's cubicle is next to mine probably thinks I'm crazy but that's okay. Less small talk that way :)
I can't change the past, all I can do is work on the future. So hopefully the third time is the charm and I'll be able to pass this exam and get to drive up to Naperville with 3 new letters behind my name!
