Between Two Places

Its the story of my life. I feel like I'm always between two places. Even when I'm at my parent's house (my HOME), I have so many connections elsewhere that I don't really feel like its home anymore. I don't know where my home is... at least not geographically speaking.

I'm almost done living in two apartments here in St. Louis, however. I have one more car-load and then finally all my belongings will be in one place again and I'll have a second chance to organize my life here. I hated it that I didn't really have a chance to get organized in January, but hopefully this summer I will be able to.

I feel like I'm a mini-Social Worker, able to understand many of the intricacies of the job, but tagging along and wanting to jump in simply terrified that I don't know what I'm doing. And knowing all along that if I don't jump in I'll never learn...

Recently, I have come to the conclusion that I'm between two places as far as dating is concerned, as well. I may be ready to move toward someone, but knowing how and when is confusing and largely terrifying. And given my previous track record with guys, I'm trying to do things differently... I don't want to profess my feelings as I have in the past because honestly, that made it too easy. I think I've decided that a guy who can handle me is going to be a guy who can make the first move. Sure, I'll let him know I'm interested, but I'm not really the flirty type, so I'm still not quite sure what that looks like.

I don't like feeling stretched between two places, and while some of these will resolve themselves in time, the rest will likely remain scattered and unstable. Thus is the nature of my life on this earth.