Almost exactly a year ago, I lost my internet for two days. As the much-forwarded cartoon goes, ‘I love my computer because my friends are in there’, so I admit I had a hard time with those 48 hours of no contact. There was a huge sense of relief when everyone was back at my fingertips again.
Coming off almost a full month of forced WWW-abstinence(no, it wasn’t given back, I had my own line set up), there is little such relief this time. Circumstances here have changed so much in the last month my head is still spinning. The hum-drum of suburban existence has been replaced with daily fights, constant worry, and that annoying fear of change. That’s one fear I’m going to have to get over soon, because the changes are only just beginning.
Some changes I’m not sure will be liked, and this is something that will be affecting my readers. I have found myself cut off from more than the internet, as the paychecks seem to be going to a different bank account now, and I no longer have any access at all to any cash. With a credit card bill and cell phone bill to pay monthly(who knows what will be next) I’ve got to do something to start bringing in some money for myself. So, my hopefully-patient friends, I will be selling out and starting to do some paid reviews here on Suburban Oblivion. I have always stayed away from these things in the past, not wanting to distract myself or my readers from what we all come here for- a bit of a laugh, and a feeling of “Yep, I’ve been there too!”. I promise I’ll do my best to keep the paid content clearly marked and as few and far between as circumstances will allow.
On a brighter note, not all of the change is bad. When I posted last year about turning 29, I ended it by saying
The French have a saying that life is too short to eat bad food or drink bad wine. It has taken me till 29 to grasp this, and I plan to not only embrace it, but revel in it.
At that time I had no idea how true it would end up being. No clue how I was about to make a series of decisions that has dumped me into both a train wreck of a divorce, and an amazing journey of self-discovery. I am learning more every day about who I am and what I want, the value of the friends who have rallied close, and to have that feeling that as hard as all this is now, I know I am on the path I am meant to be on. That in the end, things will be as they should.
Around my last days of being 29, I will be starting fresh in many more ways than I ever anticipated. I don’t know that my days of bad food and bad wine are over just yet, but I do know 30 isn’t looking half bad after all.