As I gazed down at my new city from my airline seat, that Sept. 20 morning, I had no idea what was in store for me during my first year in Houston...
I had hopes of finding a job, saving money, exploring my surroundings by bike, and taking my creative life in new directions as a writer and hopefully a published one at that, getting out into the creative AND pet loving communities of my new city and state and making new friends and acquaintances...
My life changed forever, in 2 unexpected ways, by mid-November, when a blood vessel burst in my left eye and cancer was found in my right eye.
By Spring I'd had corrective surgery in both and, as of today, the cancer has been in remission ever since.
This month is also the 2nd anniversary of my getting a job, at last (after having been unemployed since the end of Sept. 2010)...as a cashier at Walmart.
( I am stunned to notice, on my next week pay stub, that I have 77.20 hrs. (9+ days!) of vacation time available to me...Lord, I have not taken a vacation in so long (Blog Paws Convention, May 2013, while still unemployed) I would not know what to do with it even if I had my camera, my bike, and the funds to do anything... )
I began to ride my bike around Houston, immediately, but had to give that up a year ago and am bikeless.
I returned to taking photos of my new surroundings, places visited and cats and other critters on the street...but my camera died months ago and I lost my hiking stick/camera monopod on a bus during a rain storm and am reduced to using the camera on my cell phone (a new tripod awaits the day when I am able to get a new camera to stick on it).
I started going to church soon after arriving in town, and made my Houston Open Mic debut last Fall but, due to constantly unfavorable work schedules, rarely get to church these days and have not done an Open Mic since January.
I don't get out much so have no social life, have no savings, live paycheck to paycheck and need to renew my Harris County Health Gold Card next week so I can resume medications I take and go to doctor appointments scheduled in Oct. & Nov.
I moved into a cheaper, smaller apartment, last December.
My right ankle, and foot still hurt and now my hips and both sets of toes want in on the fun, too (Since Spring).
I lost a cat (my original creative muse, Nikita) to medical issues and old age and gained 2 more (Sneakers and Friday, lady kittens rescued off the street, the 2nd just this month), bringing on sadness and pain, followed by laughter and joy.