The view from here

Reading that made me fell oddly uncomfortable, and not just because I learned that AR finds Martin Freeman sexy. Ew. It was like listening to my voice on an answering machine. Do I really sound like that? Oy.

A seismic shift, huh? Well, I have been trying to keep it to myself lately, lest AR thinks I'm depressed because I left a good job behind to follow her to the end of the country where she can pursue her ambition and I can pursue The Boy around the house. While it's true that I've been feeling a bit anxious about what to do next with my life, (and by a bit I mean a HUGE amount of anxious,) that is not why I fell into a hole. My life doesn't suck, just my brain chemistry.

Also, I did not follow AR here. We came here together. I wanted to jump off the ledge and see where I'd land just as much as she wanted to take this new job. And we both wanted to get away from the heat and homophobia of North Carolina. But AR has misplaced feelings of guilt and insecurity. It's funny how she feels guilty for things she is not responsible for, yet doesn't have a problem with the things she does that do drive me crazy (not clinically so, of course,) like leaving her balled-up stinky socks everywhere and not sweeping under things when I've asked her to do the floors and neglecting to get her paperwork together so we can get our car insurance until the day before mine expires.

But that's a topic for another day. Today I hung out with a friend and her kid, had tea with the neighbor, unloaded some shelves that were messing with the Feng Shui. Life is good, even if my seratonin levels are not.