Overcoming trepidation, breathing fire and the high I've been riding.

I have to be honest. After my last post I really was nervous to post anything new. I was kind of jilted by the reaction it got from a particular person. But honestly, I'm going to keep on keeping on. If anyone doesn't like what I write or feels the need to tell me that I shouldn't be posting such personal things on the interweb, well, that is just their opinion. And I have the right to make my own choices, even if they may turn out to be mistakes.

I am seriously loving my life right now. I have a good job, an amazing family and fabulous friends. The one down side is that most of my friends live in a city that is 20 minutes away from my house. I spend about 3-4 nights/days there during the week, whether it be at Kristy's house or at the local bar. I want to live there so badly! If I didn't own my house, I would definitely be renting a flat right now and walking everywhere (except for work, which would be a further drive). It would be so nice just to be able to walk to my friend's houses and not have to worry about driving home. The nights that I spend there are also not short nights, they last into the wee hours of the morning and are always a blast.

So, my thought is to move there within the year, I want to fully rent out my house, to loyal renters, and get out of here! I think it has been something that has been in the back of my mind for a while now, but Monday night pretty much made me realize that I want this to happen.

Monday evening was spent sitting with Andrea while she worked Happy Hour, and included a visit to Danny at another bar, seeing new friends and having fun. Andrea and I then went over to Kristy's house and had a couple of cocktails until Danny came home. At some point, Kristy turned to me and said "Let's breathe fire!" Now, she is skilled in this, so it wasn't some random act of being tipsy, and I quickly found myself practicing with water, and then all of a sudden I was breathing fire! What a fucking thrill!

Now, if you know me, then you already know that I have an obsession with everything carnie-esque. Side shows, burlesque, fire, sword swallowing, all of it. It has been a long dream of mine to breathe fire, but I have never had the guts to go to a local fire arts group's practice, even though I have been invited. So, I have never done it. And now I want to do it all of the time, literally, I can't stop thinking about it. I want to breathe fire, and learn how to eat fire, and then turn it into some form of burlesque act. UGHHH! It aches how bad I want this to happen!

So you are probably thinking, why does she want to move just so she can breathe fire? Of course, that is not why I want to move. I want to move so I can be closer to my friends, so that I don't have to make them worry when I drive home. But also, I love that place, and have grown quite accustomed to getting around down there. I came to the conclusion that I wanted to move because every single time I go there it is a night to remember. And I now that living there wouldn't mean that every night is a party, I do know that most of my nights would still be spent doing stuff at home, but if I wanted to have my girls over, they wouldn't have to drive so far. They could walk to my house!

I feel like I'm rambling now, and maybe I am, but I'm really looking forward to making this happen. And maybe I have already been browsing places in that neighborhood on Craigslist. Maybe.

Love and zombie bites.

Lisa