Last night I decided that watching an old movie while eating dinner would surely cheer me up. So, I made my stir fry and popped in a Cameron Crowe classic - Say Anything.
Bad idea.
Why, you ask?
Of all the cheesy, classic, awesome 80s movies I could have chosen - this one takes place in Seattle. And it was actually filmed there. It's not the LA-Seattle of Grey's Anatomy or the Vancouver-Seattle of most everything from the mid 90's on, it's actually Seattle.
So that didn't help the homesick.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Companions
I really want one of these.
It's called an Ornate Horned Frog, but it's commonly called a Pac-Man Frog.
The albino ones are yellow, making them look even more like Pac-Man.
I've been watching Dead Like Me on DVD, and the main character "inherits" one in the second episode. I can't get over how cool they look.
I miss my cat and my dog, but I know I can't get one of those, especially since I don't know how long I'll be here. I thought about fish, but I can't keep fish alive. And I know you can't cuddle a frog, but that's not the point. The point is... I don't know what the point is.
The real point is, I can't afford a Pac-Man frog right now but someday I just might. And then I just might get one
Or not. But they are pretty cool looking.
Month-a-versarry
I've officially been here 1 month.
I anticipated that moving to a new city would be difficult, but that it would get easier. In some ways, it has gotten easier. I can find the library, the grocery store, and one coffee shop without getting lost. I've met some new people.
But...
I'm still horribly homesick. I moved because I was tired of being the girl who hadn't ever lived more than 90 miles away from where she was born. I wanted to discover who I was without the comfort of home and of family.
Who I am, so far, is the really homesick girl.
Moving away from home to go to college is such a different experience than moving to start a new job. When you start college you are surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the exact same boat as you, knowing hardly anyone and anxious to make friends and try new things. When you do what I did, and move to a new city to start a new job (or whatever), you are surrounded by people who already have their friends, their lives, and you have to figure out a way to fit yourself into the established pattern.
Which is not to say I'm giving up or coming home. As good as that sounds, especially on a Tuesday morning when my car won't start, or a Friday night when I don't have anyone to call, if I came home now it would be admitting defeat - something I don't do well.
I am meeting some awesome people and I am mostly having a really good time. I know it will get better as I continue to meet people and do new things, but I'm anxious for the fun to start. When does the fun start?
I'm thinking about joining this "social club" that organizes activities in the Austin area. They do things like kayak, hike, go wine tasting, that kind of stuff. It sounds both ridiculously lame and great at the same time - do I really want to pay money to hang out with people I don't know? On the other hand, how else am I going to meet people?
I'm going to consider it a while (and wait until I get a few more paychecks under my belt), then I might check it out.
I'm also pretty unhappy in my job, and am applying to several new ones. I hope to find something more in nonprofit/theatre work and less in corporate franchises.
I'm confident that things will get better and I will start having more fun. Especially now that the weather is starting to cool down (only 90 degrees today!). I can actually stand to be outside for more than 5 minutes.
It's 12:30 pm here now, so I should probably shower and decide what to do with myself for the rest of the day. Wish me luck.
I anticipated that moving to a new city would be difficult, but that it would get easier. In some ways, it has gotten easier. I can find the library, the grocery store, and one coffee shop without getting lost. I've met some new people.
But...
I'm still horribly homesick. I moved because I was tired of being the girl who hadn't ever lived more than 90 miles away from where she was born. I wanted to discover who I was without the comfort of home and of family.
Who I am, so far, is the really homesick girl.
Moving away from home to go to college is such a different experience than moving to start a new job. When you start college you are surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the exact same boat as you, knowing hardly anyone and anxious to make friends and try new things. When you do what I did, and move to a new city to start a new job (or whatever), you are surrounded by people who already have their friends, their lives, and you have to figure out a way to fit yourself into the established pattern.
Which is not to say I'm giving up or coming home. As good as that sounds, especially on a Tuesday morning when my car won't start, or a Friday night when I don't have anyone to call, if I came home now it would be admitting defeat - something I don't do well.
I am meeting some awesome people and I am mostly having a really good time. I know it will get better as I continue to meet people and do new things, but I'm anxious for the fun to start. When does the fun start?
I'm thinking about joining this "social club" that organizes activities in the Austin area. They do things like kayak, hike, go wine tasting, that kind of stuff. It sounds both ridiculously lame and great at the same time - do I really want to pay money to hang out with people I don't know? On the other hand, how else am I going to meet people?
I'm going to consider it a while (and wait until I get a few more paychecks under my belt), then I might check it out.
I'm also pretty unhappy in my job, and am applying to several new ones. I hope to find something more in nonprofit/theatre work and less in corporate franchises.
I'm confident that things will get better and I will start having more fun. Especially now that the weather is starting to cool down (only 90 degrees today!). I can actually stand to be outside for more than 5 minutes.
It's 12:30 pm here now, so I should probably shower and decide what to do with myself for the rest of the day. Wish me luck.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wrong!
I needed a new battery. Which is always something you want to discover at 8am when you go to start your car to drive to work.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Lessons
They say you learn something new every day.
Saturday night I learned that if my car trunk lid is ajar just a little bit, for most of the day, my battery will die. I learned that when the battery is dead in a Ford Focus, the dome light and power locks work, but the engine will not turn over, and all the indicator lights will flash at you, spelling "You are an idiot" in morse code.
I also learned that people I have known for two hours will push my car out of its spot and give me a jump. So that was the silver lining. The car has been running fine, so thankfully I think it was just my idiocy and not a problem with the battery.
New cars, man. Crazy.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Plans
I'll be home for Christmas!
I know it's quite a ways, off, but my plane tickets home for the holidays have been purchased, thanks to my grandpa's mileage points. Hooray! I think it's the best Christmas gift I can think of. I'll be coming in on December 22 and staying until the 2nd of January - which means New Years in Seattle! Hooray!
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