As is new habit, it has been quite some time since my last post.

Anna is still off and away and enjoying her stay in a far-off European country, where she’s found herself a life-changing new beau and the freedom to make her own choices without her parents glaring over her shoulder (they still manage, of course, to yell from thousands of miles away, but it’s a lot easier to ignore when you can claim a simple disconnection and a click of a button).

Ramona has graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Communication and is currently spending her summer working at a Public Relations firm, where she heads their media and marketing “department” (it’s really more of a one-man circus; Ramona being the one-man). She and Peter have taken their relationship to a whole new level. Well, not really. But they do seem remarkably more committed and at ease with their courtship than they once were.

As for me? Well, I’ve recently starting working for a union. I’m still an office girl, although I’m no longer the Invoice Bitch. So far, I like this job. The people are helpful, the workload simple, and the schedule very routine. More often than not, I find myself with little to do and time to waste on reading, writing, doodling, and crocheting.

I’m still, of course, as single as ever. Obviously, this is no surprise, considering I haven’t exerted much effort into actually having a relationship. But, now that I’m working, it seems like my single status is glaring me in the face, blaring its harsh light for all the world to see. I’m the only one in an office of about 20 without a spouse and/or children. Of course, this could be due to my youth. At 21, I’m the youngest by at least five years. (To be fair, I turn 22 in approximately a month.)

I’m slowly starting to realize how my life is on track, yet, there’s still so much I’m missing. I thought I’d have accomplished more by now. Or maybe I would have been dead. I don’t know, I always imagined dying young, for some reason. I have a job, which is great. While still single, I do have time to figure it out and it’s not like I don’t have options, should I choose to pursue them. I do still live with my parents, but I pay rent. That’s got to count for something, right?

Overall, I lead a fairly content life. I’m not overly happy, but I’m not overly depressed either. I’ve found a middle ground, a place where the joy and woe meet to create a land of compromise.

Perhaps it’s really a land of inadequacy and want. But, for now, it’ll do.