Writing this since everyone is finally
You'd think that when I say I'm a professor at a University
and a fashion consultant on top of that, they wouldn't STILL be saying "maybe someday that will lead to something." Hey, guess what, it DID lead to something, it led me away from here
. Don't get me wrong, I love Miami. It's very vivid, very lively. But I hate coming here for this shit year after year. Seriously, I think I'm only making it back home in hopes that someday Lucinda will get all jealous. But it never happens. Even though I'm doing everything she wanted to do when she was growing up, she now suddenly seems all happy (not to mention high and mighty) to be married with a baby. Way to flush your dreams down the toilet, sis. Gaaaahhh.
Oh, and Bartholomew came by this afternoon. That was...awkward. Turns out he's actually halfway through seminary. I hadn't seen him for three years, but of course we've talked on the phone and stuff. He never mentions this sort of thing, but I guess I never mention certain facts about my life, too. Really, our conversations never go anywhere, never have since high school, when he started being quiet all the time. I just don't know what to think. I want to be friends still, but I get this uncontrollable feeling every time I'm around him that I'm being silently judged. Don't want
to feel that way, of course, but I do. Yeeeesh.
And don't even get me started on the whole "when are you going to settle down?" thing from everyone
I've seen this weekend. If I could possibly explain the scope of the mixed signals here, I'd describe, but it's just not worth it.
On a plane back to Cali tomorrow, and let me tell you, I can't WAIT.