Right.  Been forever, many times I thought of replacing that journal, but never got around to it.  I should've.  This will be a touch shorter than it really needs to be, but it's essentially a less-depressing placeholder.  I moved to New Orleans, finally, the only place that's ever truly felt like home despite never really having lived in her before.  Met some cool people, and one who not only changed my life, but how I view myself, who showed me how all the pieces I had scattered within me fit together.  Still haven't gotten them all connected and working, but I've grown an incredible amount, and continue to do so, almost exclusively because of her, with the "almost" put in there because some of it's me, as well...but that's pretty much it.  For those interested, she does have an account on here, being a professional photographer, and a damn good one.  Drowningwoman.  Beautiful, intelligent, amazing, exacting.  Her very existence raises the bar.  

On to other things, I have a job, though I'm looking into getting something better.  I have a place with a room of my own, albeit small, but at this point that's largely by choice, and I like my cave.  Once it's fully organized it will be just enough room for everything I need...it's about 75% there atm, so really not bad.  I don't get online much anymore, but I'm hoping that will change with a relative swiftness here soon.  

My city treats me very well, and loves me as I love her.  Things I need often end up provided by seeming coincidence and happenstance, quite the opposite of the way my life used to work, where everything I wanted or planned would get foiled by the same sort of random happenings.  Not everything is chocolate and roses, not everything goes my way, and I fuck up now and again, but all things considered, life is much better than it has been in some time, and for a good while there, I'd say about four months-ish, it was better than it'd ever been.  EVER.  So...I can bitch, but I don't really have a whole lot of right to.  Some, sure, but not a lot.  

Not having read the other journal in forever, I forget the timeframe...so it may perhaps be news that my desires, and a few mystical workings, were realized in that my ex's boyfriend liked the job less than he thought, and couldn't find a place to live to save his life, and so returned here for an indefinite period, they may not move at all...or it could be next year.  But I have more time, so that's good.  I've seen my daughter several times since, in fact.  

I have a lot of hope, for myself, and for other things.  I await March with baited breath, but am going to seek to do as much as I can for myself and my life in the meantime.