Hello again, blog. It's been awhile.

A LONG while. A lot has changed. But we won't get into that. I'll just pretend you've been here all along. Through thick and thin with me, though you haven't. Which is sad, but true.

I'm unsure what to do with myself these days. I feel like a lost little girl in Wal-mart or the grocer's. I'm ready to go home, but I don't know which way home is. I live in LaCrosse, WI, now. Strange, yeah? I thought I'd be millions of miles away by now, but I'm not.

And on one hand, it's wonderful. I have a boyfriend who loves me above all else.

But on the other, well.

I've been thinking lately about when I was in high school and I thought that I'd be engaged to an Irishman or someone with an equally sexy accent by now, and we'd get married and I'd be doing something awesome, like writing for a magazine, or something of that sort, and we'd have a couple of super-smart children, and they'd learn seven million different languages with me, and we'd be awesome together.

Well, I'm not across an ocean. I'm not engaged to a boy with an accent, unless you count Midwestern as an accent. I'm jobless. I have an interview at JCPenney on Monday.

This is my sad life. This is what I have to look forward to.

I wish I could jump off a building an