FemmeVampyre
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It’s always awful starting a new journal, isn’t it? Never knowing exactly where to start, whether you should reference what was written in the previous one directly with no context, trying to make sure that you don’t make any egregious spelling errors and litter the opening pages with ugly scrawled-out mistakes. Of course you could just tear out the page and start again but that always feels wrong, wasting perfectly good paper like that, not to mention the potential damage to the book’s binding and the ever-present knowledge in the back of your brain that it’s forever incomplete. Though perhaps I should cease overthinking and just write.
I have moved, finally, to 4 Outer Court. I cannot lie that part of me regrets this choice, such a significant change often takes a great deal of time to acclimatize to. But I feel it was ultimately the right thing to do, too many memories at my previous residence. It’s a nice enough place, though the stairs may take some getting used to. I just hope my neighbours are pleasant, they should be. Hopefully.
I still need to find another job. I've been considering putting up posters in an attempt to find work, might be easier for me to receive offers in the mail than to go out and try my luck in person, gives me more time to prepare for such a thing. I’m still not confident about the wording I should use, though. Much as I loathe alchemy I should at least advertise my skills in it, I think, but what do I say about everything else? I suppose it’s best to say I am a former doctor, though that title feels very professional. But should I start with that or start with my history as a mortician’s assistant? The two are somewhat intertwined after all.
I am overthinking things again, aren’t I?
Regardless, things are pleasant enough for the time being, and though the loss of Florence still weighs on my heart I am surprisingly optimistic about the future. I should go now, my soup is getting cold.
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