Got A Temporary Job

So I have pretty much nothing to do here in Atlanta so my mom hooked me up with a temporary job working as an independent contractor for the university she works for. It's pretty sweet. I sit on my bed all day, do data entry, analyze it, figure out a way to make it better and then fix things ... well almost, I haven't gotten to the fixing part yet, but I will soon, probably tomorrow. It's a nice and extremely easy way to make some extra money for Europe!

And on that note, pretend that you are reading this 26/2/2011 at 1:40am (EST) and then in exactly 4 weeks I will be arriving in Paris for the beginning of my big trip. God, I've still got so much stuff I need to take care of. I should get around to doing that instead of putting it off.

It's weird being here in Georgia (terrible segue, I know) but I'm living here with my mom and my stepdad and I've been here long enough to realize that they have a new routine in their life and it sounds a bit conceited to say this, but it doesn't really include me anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm intruding on that, though I know my mom doesn't mind because when I'm not home she rarely hears from me. I don't remember ever seeing my mom happier than she is with my stepdad.

I'm the kind of person who needs to have proof to really believe something. All my life I've never had a reason to believe that anything lasts forever: things change, people come in and out of your life, you move to a new place, etc. I've dealt with enough change in my life to be okay with it but I've always wondered how much a thing can change before it looses it's essence and becomes something completely different. I still don't have an answer to that one. Anyway, the nice thing about being here and seeing my parents interact over an extended period of time is that, I don't know ... this sounds all kinds of cheesy but it's true ... my faith in the ability of relationships to last has grown a bit. My parents got divorced eighteen years ago and even after almost two decades I haven't quite recovered from it, funny. But being  here and seeing them, seeing the way my dad and my stepmom interact, and being old enough to understand most of it is helping.