Currently restabilizing after a number of years as a faux-librarian and trying to figure out what my next step is, or could be, or will be, or is already. Figuring out good things to do and be and see and eat and make googly eyes at here in Chicago all while feeling maybe a little bit southern--or at least moreso now than I ever did in my twenty-odd years in North Carolina.
I like to think myself equal parts beer-swilling homemaker; reflective, considerate, mindful hedonist-of-sorts; and an actual grown-up, I can't deny it. Beer goes with baking unequivocally (unless it's a quickbread cinnamon roll, then I get coffee), I'm honest to a fault and/or infuriating degree if you keep asking me shit, and I dutifully do the dishes and buy vegetables and clean the catbox and will (almost certainly) eventually get a Real Job. Unless I can find a way out of it (which goes only for that last one.)
There is potential for growth within the discomfiture of change, which I like to think I'm approaching with a good pair of shoes and a healthy attitude. And possibly a slight buzz.
Also: ridiculous amounts of attention to detail. By now I simply cannot help it.