Pumpdizzle

I've been living in Athens for almost 6 months now and it's been up and down. It's hard to verbalize, but I'm struggling to figure myself out. Not professionally, not romantically, but just me as a person. When I moved back to Columbus after college I immediately fell back in with the same people I've known since I was twelve. It was nice. It was easy. It was comfortable. During that time I was also consumed with trying to balance my first two years of teaching, while going to school full time to complete my masters. I didn't have hobbies or take vacations, I didn't even go out more than once a month. There wasn't time to be any other than a teacher and a masters student.

Now I'm comfortable in my profession, finished my master’s program and have all this free time on my hands. The catch is, I have no fucking clue what to do with this new found free time. That, and I live in a place where on the weekends I see more deer than people.

The fiancé is great, but now we've switched roles and he's the busy one. I talk to my friends from home fairly often, but as much as they promised, none of them have made the trip down to visit like they said they would and I can't afford to make drives back to Columbus every weekend.

So here I am, 27 with 0 friends and 0 hobbies. It's pathetic.

The bright side, my effort to make friends, find hobbies and see more people than animals is starting to pay off. 

I got back into CrossFit and joined a box around here. I've been going 4-5 days a week and I'm already seeing the benefits. I recently got Double Unders (yayayayaya) and have been trying to chat people up there. On Saturday I even got invited out to breakfast by some of the members. I was so excited I texted the fiance to tell him. Again, I realize how pathetic this is, but prior to this the most socialization I got on the weekends with chatting with the compost guy at the farmers market.

I've also started taking a free yoga class at the local library. I'm the only one in the class who hasn't gone through menopause, but the ladies are still friendly. Plus it makes me secretly feel fit when at the beginning of class when the instructor asks everyone to let her know of any chronic pain, I'm the only one who doesn't rattle off at least 5 different body parts. 

I got a library card out of the deal. It's the small victories people.

I know it sounds bleak, but there are things I appreciate here. I like that I have a job where I can leave at the end of day not filled with dread about the next, worrying what bullshit circus I will be pulled into. I like that I don't have to rush to class after work but can mosey into the box 20 minutes early and practice skills I struggle at before the WOD. I like buying my sausage from the school nurse. No seriously, her kids raise pigs for 4-H and they are fucking delicious. 

I would also never tell any of my friends or family any of this, but they don't know about the blog so what the hell?