running

I'm moving to Montana. I tell people that it's because I got a job up there. The truth is that I got the job after I decided to move. It was a lot of little things that added up over time. The deciding factor was my roommate Nicole. I decided that I needed to get away from her. I discovered that I have a tendency to let people use me. I realized that she was the one exploiting me more than anyone. I fix clothes for friends. All of them pay me in money or food or favors, all except her. She broke two of my mixing bowls and then tried to make it my fault for not putting them in the cabinet in the way that she would do it. I am done with her and I want a fresh start. Hopefully I will learned something from this other than I never want to have a roommate again. 

I am running away and I want to pretend that I will not be missed and that I will be missed terribly at the exact same time. 

I feel like such a girl. Tyler is right, I am not a romantic. I want to be sometimes. I sometimes want to be swept off my feet, but at the same time I don’t want to ever get married. 

I definitely want to have children, but the spouse I’m not so sure about all the time. I think Jeremiah might have been flirting with me at work today. He came and helped me clean the men’s bathroom. I wondered if he showed this same attention to everyone else or if it was just me. I just don’t know, but I think it’s just me. He talks to me about things like his motorcycle accidents and all his broken bones. He is cute, hansom even. As I was leaving today I said something about him being married. He said that he wasn’t married; the ring that he wore on the middle finger of his left hand was his real father’s wedding ring. He said it was all he had of him. I showed him my ring, also on the middle finger of my left hand. He said that they almost matched. His is white gold and mine is silver though.