I keep inviting people to come up for the last month the cottage is available. The lake’s ice-free now, and it’s getting nice out, and I’m not coughling like an insane person anymore. But people keep saying they’d love to then telling me later that they can’t, or never actually getting back to me about it. Not that I blame them, it’s a long trip for anyone coming from anywhere.
Trying hard to not feel isolated.
Hate to think that changing places would change that, what with my obsession with moving somewhere making everything better, but I can’t help but think that it’s a bit of a factor in this one. I am, after all, five hours away from anyone I’d call on if I needed someone to talk to. And I just can’t do phones all that well. I certainly can’t talk about anything bugging me over the phone.
Adam’s probably got a job up here for the summer, which is great because it will finance our being able to move back in the fall. It’s also not great because I’m lonely. But maybe that’s pms. I went to the Photo Shop downtown today and explained how I want to work part time for them for the summer so I can learn as much as possible and put it towards my going to school for photography and stuff. I wonder if they’ll call me like they promised, either way? It didn’t sound likely that they’d have work for me. Also, every other opportunity I’ve had to work up here they’ve promised to call me every time I call them back until I just give up completely. And one of them was volunteer work I was offering. How to feel unwanted… No one ever seems to call me back, even when I’m “On the ball” or whatever they call it when you harass them repeatedly to keep your name on their minds.