All signs point to Kona....
Well, thank, I guess Pele that I just talked to my landlords Marie and Roy and they said they would go down on my rent from $1090.00 to $700.00 minus whatever I work off. To me thats still a lot, but it's more managable, and doesn't make me go into a panic attack just thinking about it. I went to Hilo for monday to interview for the care taker position, and the place was truely amazing. But just ended up feeling like a complete ass because I just didn't have the experience they wanted. It so sucks to be turned down for something that you know that you would be fabulous at. My mother trained me from birth to be good at hospitality. So damn it that fucking makes me qualified! And the rest of it was making omletes, making appointments on the computer and phone. Thats it. Cake job. But when I was driving around in Hilo yesterday it was doing that incesent rain thing that it so likes to do. At first its a refreshing shower, pitter pattering delicately on your hot skin. Then it's like, okay, been raining for l8 hours continuously. How bout some sun. 4 days later....... rain rain rain. Two days after that- I want to plung a needle in my eye to make it stop. So I just shouldn't be over there, right? (then again, KOna will spoil me forever with it's endless ammounst of sun.) But I am deeply saddened that I won't be close to the things I love over there, in Puna. Healers, acupuncture, Dancing, yoga, farmers market, fresh cheep flowers, plentiful free advocadoes the size of half my head, dirty hippies wanting a ride, naked girls on the beach, oh damn. I have no plans to go over there for the next 2-3 weeks. I have to nanny the next two sundays, so no exstatic dance for me for almost a month. I'm totally addicted to it! If I don't find some kind of dance out let over here, I will go mad, or sad. There is a gay bar here, called the Mask. I went at 6:30 PM though, so it was hard to tell if it was a cool place. I went out with Raffa last friday night (fello nanny) and I just wanted to take over her life, or clone it or something. She is truely blessed. (and unfortunatly straight) She doesn't seem to care that I'm not though, and thats nice. I'm sick of straight girls feeling weirded out by my bi-sexuality. And lesbians, but I've already been into that. So Raffa's life/jobs consists of traveling hither and thither, she's based in miami, she house sits and nanny's everywhere, going to brazil next month, has a fake husband that married her for the green card and is her sugar daddie (she doesn't have to have sex with him, only marry him) and she tours and plays in a folk band, and plays guitar. Well, I do have these goals that I'm trying to accomplish. When you're having a money crisis it's hard to think about applying for college though. I guess I'm going to go ahead and put an ad in the paper for my painting services. I was holding off on that cause I thought I might move back. But this is it, I'm here for a while. I'm so glad they decided I was worth it, to have me stay for less money. I knew I was, but needed them to see it too. After all, I'm making there Waimea property look fabulous inside, and then they will be able to over price it and rent it out to someone else! Good deal. Besides, after checking out other rentals, I realized that my place is truely overpriced. Even with the view and location, it still is. Well, I have a lot to do. I'm going to go ahead and make this place a little more Heathery, and send some crap to the mainland that I just don't need (black velvet heavy things) and try to get my back to stop hurting. I pulled it out again yesterday lifting something awekward. I know it's all connected to stress though, and it sucks. Being here is strange, and far, far, far more difficult then I ever imagined. It's just like any other place, except that I can see the ocean for miles from where I'm sitting.