New York and cupid's Arrows

Over the past several days Azerbaijan and I have gotten along famously. I don’t know why, how, or exactly when it happened. It is as if someone turned flipped a switch and everything got better. Like when you walk in from a sunny snowy day and everything is red until an unpredictable blink unexpectedly restores your white balance. She even looks at me different now. She looks at me like she is actually in love with me, the feeling is amazing. I don’t think either of us knows what is the cause of sudden change.
Personally, I recognized that several months ago I was ‘seeing’ 5 women and decided that I was happier with one (her). I remembered that for the most part Azberjain is what I am looking for. I also have come to understand some of the triggers and buttons I push that make her upset, and try to avoid them. I can’t take all the credit; I can see that she has made changes to. She is slower to anger, more affectionate, and attempts to avoid arguments. She is started to gain everything I thought was missing. I’m excited to see her again. Of course, its only been a week and time will tell how long this new attitude will stick. I am not overly concerning myself with that however. Planning too far ahead is bad for your relational health. I am going to enjoy the good while its good, when/if it turns sour… I’ll act accordingly.
Anyway, I’ve decided to expand the mission statement of this blog. Previously I intended this blog to be about my relationships. A way I could look back and see/show the tribulations I encountered. Somewhere along the way I realized I had prioritized relationships too high. I’ve decided to make this blog more of a journal and less of a relationship blog.
On that note, tonight I am going to tell my dad about my plans to go back to school. I am nervous. Ideally I would want him to be so into the idea that he is willing to pay for tuition, room, and board. At 23, and already having a degree under my belt, I know this is a tall order. We will see, and I will keep you updated. Love yaJohn Darling.