Tick Tock
Goodness, I almost forgot about my blogger account! I've resolved to use it more often. I think having a well-kept journal (or blog, or whatever) will be a good thing for me, especially as I start out with my new job in a new state and without any friends [or permanent place to live yet...yikes].
At first, I was pretty terrified at the decision I made of moving to Arizona and taking the ACLU position; but now I'm really exhilarated by the prospect of starting fresh. I know that my new job will be both fun and challenging for me in all the right ways. I know that I will eventually find a home for myself, and moving in and decorating will be the funnest thing, like, ever. And I know that I will eventually meet people, maybe even people that I somewhat like (!); and I know that I'll be busy. I like that I'll be busy, and that when I'm not...there will be silence. Lovely, appreciable, and the welcome silence of living in a home of my own. I like the idea of this almost-new-found independence. I like the idea of driving to work by myself (no obnoxious ferry boat riders); picking the songs on my ipod and playing it as loud as I want to; grocery shopping by myself; coming home to no video games, no crumpled laundry...unless I put them there, and then that's okay. I need some time to find myself again, as utterly and embarrassingly cliche as that may sound, and I am very thankful of this opportunity.
I hope I don't fuck it up.
At first, I was pretty terrified at the decision I made of moving to Arizona and taking the ACLU position; but now I'm really exhilarated by the prospect of starting fresh. I know that my new job will be both fun and challenging for me in all the right ways. I know that I will eventually find a home for myself, and moving in and decorating will be the funnest thing, like, ever. And I know that I will eventually meet people, maybe even people that I somewhat like (!); and I know that I'll be busy. I like that I'll be busy, and that when I'm not...there will be silence. Lovely, appreciable, and the welcome silence of living in a home of my own. I like the idea of this almost-new-found independence. I like the idea of driving to work by myself (no obnoxious ferry boat riders); picking the songs on my ipod and playing it as loud as I want to; grocery shopping by myself; coming home to no video games, no crumpled laundry...unless I put them there, and then that's okay. I need some time to find myself again, as utterly and embarrassingly cliche as that may sound, and I am very thankful of this opportunity.
I hope I don't fuck it up.


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