bust a move

I realize I haven't posted in quite some time. 

I have no excuses, and I'm not going to try to diagnose why I haven't. 

I will just say that I hope to be more consistent and regular this fall, because...

I'm going to be living in Texas till mid-December!

(Yes, I realize that bluebonnets won't be in season during my stay. 

And I don't think I'm going to be near very many longhorns...or just plain old cows for that matter. 

But you get the idea.)

Crazy, right? 

I know.

Plans for my future have changed so quickly and unexpectedly.

I've gotten a job (or rather, was offered a job) as a live-in nanny for my second cousin. 

She's got three adorable little boys (yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. I'm not going to think they're so precious after living with them for two and a half months. To that I say, quoting Alfred, Batman's butler, "Nevah."), and I will be sitting them three days a week while she's and her husband are at work.

Also, I'll be about 45 minutes away from some of my best friends in the whole wide world, so hopefully I'll get to spend some time with them! Yay! 

This is new.

I didn't really ever think I'd leave home until I went to college, (and yes, I know that two and a half months away is not exactly "leaving home," but it's the closest I've ever come to it (and also, there's a good chance that I'll be going back next semester for a few months)), so I haven't had quite as much time to get used to the idea, but I'm very excited about it. 

Adventure! 

A little more independence and a good stretch of the wings! 

Especially since I'm (hopefully) going to be buying my first car from my [other] cousin. 

It's quite a delightful prospect. 

And hey, I can even call myself a Texan for a little while! 

{hat tip to Mama's home state}

Must get a cowgirl hat. 

Just kidding.

Anyway...

"Psh. Right, Eleanor. You're gonna post more regularly. Uh huh. Sure."

Yes. 

I will.

Why, you ask? 

Because I don't have a journal. 

And plus, even if I did have one, I probably wouldn't write in it. 

But I can type faster than I can write (a sad sign of the age we live in), and so I'm going to use Fiery to journal this new experience.

"Oh, great. We're gonna get every little detail about her life and every stupid bit of junk that passes through her mind."

Yep.

Pretty much.

Enjoy!