Alright, so a lot has been happening in my life again since July (I realized this morning I wrote my last journal on what was then my monthly anniversary – would have been 3 yrs, 2 months).

So I started working in August again, and I’m still here, at the company I was supposed to temp at for a month. Well, I think I might be doing more than temping. I have a sneaking feeling I’m going to be asked to stay permanently. It’s fine, money is money, and I need it, but I actually do hate this place. I’m tired of quoting and consultant work, and the people … let’s not get me too fired up about that one. At least it’s picking up, it was very quiet towards the end of last month and the first week of September, but now we’re doing well. And as I said, work is work. I’m grateful to be able to pay my bills and feed myself.

On a sadder note, Kobus is moving the end of the month. Oh we’re back together, got back together early August, I think I started work on the Monday, Tuesday we were together. It wasn’t one of those “oh god here we go again, they’re back together, wonder how long this is going to last” sort of things, serious getting back together thing. He’s taken a job in Burgersfort (it’s a mining town, very one horse town-like and that horse is dying, slowly, of dehydration. Apparently it’s hot as hell there). He’s taken a job running a guesthouse there. If it goes well, I’ll be moving up there eventually but not for about 6 months. My CV is ruined from the one month stint at the lodge, so I need some stability. I’m dreading living alone. I’m seriously considering getting a puppy but my mom is bucking that idea a little bit. She feels that my cat is too old to adjust, whereas I disagree. I think if she gives the puppy a few smacks and sees she’s taught it who’s boss, it’ll be fine. I just want something to keep me busy. I adore my cat, but she’s 9 now. She doesn’t play anymore. I don’t deny I feel that I’m going to need something or someone to keep me busy. I’m very scared of living alone, I am used to constant attention, or at least constant company. I’m not worried about the financial aspect of it, that’ll be okay … at least my baby gets to come home once a month for a few days. And I’ll be able to spend weekends with my mom.

Argh I dunno. Back to work I guess!