never married, over forty, a little bitter

livin’ the dream

So far I’ve signed up for Spanish class and am researching sewing classes. My roommate moves in at the end of the month, and I will be joining the communal farm next week. In the meantime I’m gradually reconnecting with people and social outlets.

I’ve decided to pass on applying for those jobs in my field and will give it another two or three months of job searching before I reconsider caving.

I’m really doing this.

the physical world

I used to joke in L.A. that I was living in a “brokedown palace” because I never fixed anything in my apartment. I didn’t want to repair or replace items since I didn’t know if I’d be staying.

When it came time to move, I threw almost everything out. Now I’m paying the piper, finally replacing all those items that I didn’t deal with before.

I’ve been overwhelmed by the physical world so have had less time for the virtual. I’ve been further consumed by adjusting to a new city. Hopefully things will calm down shortly and the writing bug will get me again.

I will say this whole move has been surreal. The other night night I was lying in bed finding it hard to believe that I couldn’t just jump in my car and drive over to Sunset Boulevard.

But I’m slowly adjusting.