#someofme

In the first installment, I addressed my name, a bit of my passions, about the area I live in, and what my main goal for doing this blog is. Go ahead, give the first installment a read, I’ll wait: http://growingintolife.tumblr.com/post/149873930794/so-this-is-the-start

So anyways, I’m Alex, 22, and sort of a nerd. A blog is always something I’ve wanted to do. Talking about my feelings and interests, is a bit of a challenge for me. I’ve never been very good with words, so writing out what I want to say gives me more time to process my thoughts, and make them more tangible.

Anyways, enough about that. I also had stated that I’m in an area full of people who drive big trucks, and work at steel mills. What I meant, was that I live in Pennsylvania, in an area that had flourished a few decades ago, because of my are being in the steel belt. Most people here work hard, enjoy life in different ways, and most of it involves country music…and big trucks.

My area now, is a lot of abandoned steel mills, and broken up buildings, areas that are trying really hard to be less boring, and a lot of trees. Basically, I’m in the country. The country isn’t a bad place to be, really. Most of the time it’s quiet, but that’s also the problem.

When I was growing up, I lived sort of on the outskirts of the town. Nothing was too far away, like grocery stores, and basic needs, but everything fun was, and still is, too far away. I didn’t exactly grow up poor, but my family wasn’t the richest either, so we didn’t have many family outings.

My Dad worked in a factory, making ice cream cones (sounds odd, I’m sure. But it paid the bills, and put food on the table.) and my Mom took a few different job throughout my childhood. I grew up with my Sister, who is about 3 years older than me, and we had great times growing up.

My Sister was actually my first friend I remember. Her and I would get into all kinds of trouble. From ripping off the closet doors, and making slides on our beds, to puking in hands. (I’m gonna have to make a part of this blog dedicated to childhood stories now.) My sister is now 25, and takes care of my 1 year old Neice, and she’s just as bad as her Mother.

My Dad was my role model growing up. I wanted to be just like him. I remember learning quite a bit from him as a kid, and I still am. My Dad was the one who taught me how to talk, tie my shoes, play video games, but most importantly, he taught me how to learn from my mistakes. (My Sister may have taught me a bit as well, but that’s a story for another day.)

My Mom and I didn’t get along all the time when I was a kid. Even before I was born, I was causing trouble for her. I was 10 pounds, and 2 ounces when I was born, and always pooping everywhere. Although we had our differences, she was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to. I think the biggest thing for her and I was that I liked things she may not have understood, but that’s probably ever Mom and her Son. As a young adult, my Mom and I get along, and she is also going blind. I live with my Mom, and do my best to help out.

I went to a regular school, for most of my K-12th grade years. I’ve met a few people I cared for, and a few I haven’t at my old school. When I was little, I was a quiet kid. I had friends, and a few I still even keep in contact with. It’s funny, when we’re still growing up, we always think some people with stay with you. At the end of high school, you will probably never see most of those people again, until you see their obituary in the local paper.

I love my hometown, almost as much as I hate it. This place is safe. Natural disasters never really happen, most crime is small, or very well hidden, but either way, you don’t see much crime in my area as most others. But this place feel like a black hole, and just keeps holding you here. There isn’t many job opportunities here without a degree, or certifications that pay well enough to support you getting out. Sometimes, I’m afraid I’ll never get out of this town, and some days, I’m okay with that: and I’m not sure which side of that coin I should be more afraid of.

I tried going to college once. Well, a trade school. I went for computers, and networking. I really did enjoy it, but it was a hard course. This school isn’t a big one, and my class consisted of 6 people including myself. The two teachers we had were actually faculty members, who were able to teach. But once you fell behind, it was impossible to catch back up, since there was no one who had time to be your tutor in that course. In all honesty, I could’ve tried harder. I really could’ve had a degree, and certifications with a job that pays very well, since this is The Digital Age. But, what can I say? I’m lazy, and have never been a great student. Hell, my lowest GPA in high school was 0.96.

So, as of this post in this series, I’m currently 22, employed (after being unemployed for two months prior to this post), living at home with my Mom, and I am also currently engaged, and have have been for about four years, and I'm just trying my best.

I think that’s all I wanna say at the moment. You’ll get to learn more about me, my hobbies, news stories that may peak my interests, stories about many things, and so on.