Leaving for california.. yet..again.. (yet not..)
Dreams are a funny thing really. I am not talking about when you close your eyes when you go to sleep..I am talking about when you are driving in the car becoming a hazard as I do. This can also come into play when I am assisting the Dr. with a patient and he needs something and I respond 'who?' Classy really. My cool scrubs are floating around somewhere between The United States Postal Service and Oz apparently. Blah.
But yes...back to the point. A few months ago I mentioned who I wanted to be in California by this time and guess where I am? New Jersey. Im screaming with sarcasm if you didn't quite catch on. I am tired of the horrendous accents, the fist pumping grease balls, all of this snow and car insurance that rapes you with a wooden spoon. I know deep down this is not where I am supposed to be. I feel as though I belong in Ca though I have no idea why. Ever since I was younger I had an odd fascination with Ca.
After the passing of my father, my partial but still painful debt, laying off one of my jobs and to the help of my anger which has driven me to accomplish and succeed in ways I have yet to imagine I now have a job that really help this 'almost crashing my car' dream come true - to be able to live on the west coast. I am taking on a second job as well for the Holidays. I will be partnering with Life touch and taking Christmas photos for this coming season. I am also trying to drown my shopaholic like tendencies in thoughts of remembering not everything I own is going to fit in my sweet ride when Im heading west. The essentials only!
It's funny how I am so freaked out in a good way and bad way at the same time. I fist wondered why I still wanted to go. Was it that 'calling' or to prove someone wrong. It would be pretty dumb to move across the country where I know no one to prove someone wrong. I'm smart enough to know that. But in between driving and nearly killing you and dancing around like the Planters Peanut with the vacuum hose my mind drifts off to california. Maybe that's where a peanut dancing bad driver like me should really be.
But yes...back to the point. A few months ago I mentioned who I wanted to be in California by this time and guess where I am? New Jersey. Im screaming with sarcasm if you didn't quite catch on. I am tired of the horrendous accents, the fist pumping grease balls, all of this snow and car insurance that rapes you with a wooden spoon. I know deep down this is not where I am supposed to be. I feel as though I belong in Ca though I have no idea why. Ever since I was younger I had an odd fascination with Ca.
After the passing of my father, my partial but still painful debt, laying off one of my jobs and to the help of my anger which has driven me to accomplish and succeed in ways I have yet to imagine I now have a job that really help this 'almost crashing my car' dream come true - to be able to live on the west coast. I am taking on a second job as well for the Holidays. I will be partnering with Life touch and taking Christmas photos for this coming season. I am also trying to drown my shopaholic like tendencies in thoughts of remembering not everything I own is going to fit in my sweet ride when Im heading west. The essentials only!
It's funny how I am so freaked out in a good way and bad way at the same time. I fist wondered why I still wanted to go. Was it that 'calling' or to prove someone wrong. It would be pretty dumb to move across the country where I know no one to prove someone wrong. I'm smart enough to know that. But in between driving and nearly killing you and dancing around like the Planters Peanut with the vacuum hose my mind drifts off to california. Maybe that's where a peanut dancing bad driver like me should really be.