It's been a strange past couple of weeks, getting used to a new normal in a new neighborhood. I have it really good right now, as far as location goes. I'm about ten minutes from the beach, and go there at some point almost every day. I'm enjoying these two months of housing bliss before reality hits and I'm in a small one bedroom or studio sharing 400 square feet with another person (Hopefully it's a little bigger than that. We are apartment hunting again.) My roommate, Dominique, is awesome though. We get along really well, and I learn a lot from her. She's an artist, and a very wise and inspiring individual. She asks really good questions, and because of this, I'm expanding my scope of possibilities of what the next couple years have in store.
No one ever warns you about what happens after you are done with schooling. In the words of an old roommate, "It's all downhill after graduation." That may not actually be true, and I don't usually feel that way, but there is some seed of truth in it. I guess I always thought that school was the tough part that you have to work through to make it in life and that after school was over, it was just a matter of getting in with the right company or organization or whatever, and then BOOM you are making money and never doing homework and it's awesome. Maybe it does work like that for some people, but most people I know that make a lot of money or have a really fantastic job worked their asses off to get there AND continue to work their asses off to keep it. In other words, starting your "career"(fancy, grown up word for more than a temporary gig) is no cakewalk. I don't know how I ever got the impression it would be. This is not to say that I don't like my current job-- I really do! It's so much fun, and I love the people I work with, but lets face the facts people--it's a gig. (Though I'm told it could lead to a career? We will just have to wait and see about that.)
I don't know what society expects from me right now, but I'm okay with taking on gigs for the next couple of years. I have a lot of places I want to see and experience, and people I want to spend time with before we get old and attached to places and people and all we have left to talk about is what our kids are doing or what ailments we have. Bleh. So, though I love California, I am considering only spending one more year here, or maybe less. Now this is all just talk. I don't really have any formal plans. If I feel I should stay here, I'll stay. The thing is, I've always wanted to check out Ireland. It may take more than a month, so I'm considering moving there, and just taking on a job as a nanny or something like that, which would be a little easier to get a work permit for than any corporate or "business-y" job. I don't think I would stay there more than six months. The distance from my family to California has been rough enough. I don't think I could put them through a year of my being in another country (or put myself through that). This could all be crazy talk, so don't come back to me in a year and say, "Hey I thought you were moving to Ireland. Why are you still here?". Don't you dare do that, because the idea that I can't dream outloud a bit without having to hear about it later stresses me out.
As I was saying earlier, this week has felt really weird. I have been missing my friends in Pomona as well as my best California friend who is now in Seattle. Also, my roommate has been in the Bay area with her family, so I've felt a little lonesome. The beach is keeping me temporarily entertained, but I wish I knew more people in the area to chill with. I'm looking for a new church, since the one I was going to before is in Pomona, and that is just too far to drive every Sunday morning! I went to a Presbyterian church in my neighborhood, and brought the median age down about fifty years. There was one lady who was probably 35ish with two kids, but her and the babies were the closest to my age. Don't get me wrong, I love old people. I don't know that they would really want to play sand volleyball or go swimming with me though. The one "young lady", the mom , dressed her 9 month old in brown, and I called it a boy, but apparently baby girls can wear brown too. Oops. Please parents, until your kid is old enough to look like either a boy or a girl, dress them in blue or pink respectively. You can also use green or yellow as long as you don't act surprised when people don't know what to call it. For the love of Pete, whatever you do, please don't put a girl in dark brown. It confuses people (me). And brown isn't even a good color. No one looks good in brown, really. I can't think of anyone. Maybe redheads--but only in the fall, and only with denim. I might be alone in this idea. I do have a brown dress, but it has polka dots ,which are soooo cuuute!
A couple of people got fired from the radio station I work at earlier today. I feel bad for them. They reaaalllly messed up, though. There were four of us that got hired at the same time, and me and Mad Mike are the only ones left. I guess we are about to get some new people, which will make me feel like a seasoned promo assistant. Being the baby has been fun (and no one ever made me wear brown!).
Time to say goodnight.
Love,
LH
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