The Hits Keep Comin'.

I am usually a fairly optimistic person. Okay, at least a realist. I'm not really pessimistic, unless I'm being super sarcastic, in which case, nothing I say can be taken with serious regard. My mom and I have always said we balance each other, because she is definitely pessimistic. When she says there's a 50% chance of rain, I usually add, "Well, that means there's a 50% chance it won't!" Or if it's pouring buckets, I say "At least we're inside and watching our favorite TV marathons." But she made a comment the other day that hit home--I haven't been optimistic that way in a long time. It's as if after I left college and joined the real world, I became more cynical than ever before.
My mom says I've had the worst luck since I moved to Nashville: when job searching my first two months in, I accidentally got involved in an FBI case and had to give testimony; my apartment was broken into last summer and my laptop and jewelry stolen; 2 weeks after moving into the house here, someone broke the kitchen window and tried to steal the lawnmower (that wasn't ours!); a bug infestation that rivaled the plagues (resulting in my still looking slightly like a scarred up pincushion); Oliver passed away; I got laid off from my job; and last week, some idiot hit my parked car and ran, resulting in a messed up driver's side door and bad alignment, which means a $2000 bill (but luckily, thanks for the help, car insurance). I'm sort of just waiting for the next bomb to drop.
I'm not a complainer. Sure, I like to whine about wanting more money or travel, but I typically enjoy life and all it brings. But when you look at all those things that happened since moving here, it really brings me down a little. And I have to wonder where all my luck went from VA, because I had really awesome luck there. Jobs fell into my lap, as did many other things. I'm hoping that by eventually moving back, I'll get my luck back as well. I feel like this is where I should say, "Well, I know all my problems won't be solved just by moving back." Which is true. But to be honest, I sort of feel like once I move, I won't have the problems I've had here. I'll have a job (since I'm not moving til I have one), I'll have my friends there (as well as my friends here), and I'll be close to my family, which is the number one reason I want to move in the first place. I have no doubt there will be obstacles, but I'm willing to overcome them. But I'm hoping that my optimism comes back. Or at least my pessimism equals up to realism.
Optimism: I WILL get a job soon. I will get a great job and be able to move back to Virginia and see my family and friends while still being in love with my Nashville people. My luck IS going to change!
LC.