Happiest Time of my Life

The happiest period of my life was back in 2004, when I lived in B.C. I moved out there with my sister and her family, but soon moved out on my own. I had my own apartment, which was cheaper and bigger than my current one. I worked at McDonald’s, flipping burgers, but it was good! I also went to this weekly Spiritual group, where we all talked, and gave each other hugs! It was much different than it is now. Now, I don’t have a job. I don’t like where I live, and I don’t have any friends. To be fair, the people in the group were not really close friends, we didn’t hangout after group, but it feels like something is still different. Maybe it’s because I’m not getting my daily dose of hugs. Or maybe different times in our lives are just different. As it is now, it’s not very good. I spend most of my time alone, on social media. Which is fine, I guess, but I’m not living, ya know? I’m not moving around, I’m stagnant. Nothing much happens…

Anyway, I tried to start this blog post with the idea of writing the happiest time in my life, and ended up writing about the worst. I guess because it’s been many years since I was happy.

Thanks for reading, anyway!

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