If you think you might come to California...
OMG, am I posting on live journal? Well, it occurred to me tonight that my standard excuse of being super busy is no longer valid. I'm living a life of leisure in southern california, and am bored out of my mind.
Quickly, for those of you not up-to-date, I am living in LA working at a Malibu area summer camp, teaching arts and crafts. This gig and rental situation are just for the summer, but if other opportunities arise, I may stay.
It's a very strange feeling. I love it here. It's beautiful and floral and the weather is perfect. It's mountains, and beaches, and trees! It's the fantasy land of my dreams! It's cinema, and I love it. I feel like I could fit here.
However, at the moment, I don't really know anyone, and I don't have a car yet, so aside from work, church, the library and the drugstore I don't really go anywhere. I come home and I sit and read mysteries and watch television. I'm homesick and sad, and I cry and miss everyone and everything about Sarasota (even the things I don't like). I miss sitting at my desk at the Apple and knowing exactly what was required of me, even though I was bored by it.
It's hard to reconcile my desire to run home with my growing understanding that is probably where I belong. Loneliness is a strange emotion. It makes me tired. Hmmmmmm...
Anyway, those are my thoughts. I miss you all. Comment, or call or e-mail or whatever. Even better, come visit. It's nice here, I swear.
Quickly, for those of you not up-to-date, I am living in LA working at a Malibu area summer camp, teaching arts and crafts. This gig and rental situation are just for the summer, but if other opportunities arise, I may stay.
It's a very strange feeling. I love it here. It's beautiful and floral and the weather is perfect. It's mountains, and beaches, and trees! It's the fantasy land of my dreams! It's cinema, and I love it. I feel like I could fit here.
However, at the moment, I don't really know anyone, and I don't have a car yet, so aside from work, church, the library and the drugstore I don't really go anywhere. I come home and I sit and read mysteries and watch television. I'm homesick and sad, and I cry and miss everyone and everything about Sarasota (even the things I don't like). I miss sitting at my desk at the Apple and knowing exactly what was required of me, even though I was bored by it.
It's hard to reconcile my desire to run home with my growing understanding that is probably where I belong. Loneliness is a strange emotion. It makes me tired. Hmmmmmm...
Anyway, those are my thoughts. I miss you all. Comment, or call or e-mail or whatever. Even better, come visit. It's nice here, I swear.