Animals? And Moving. And Job!
It will come as a surprise to pretty much no one at this point that I have a boyfriend. We're actually coming up on a year now. It is a combination of the familiar and un, familiar because I see him everyday (mostly) and spend the majority of time with him and have since about September. UN because for many years, even IF I was seeing somebody, I basically categorized myself as alone, and likely to remain alone. So there will be moments where I am looking up from what I'm doing to see Ryan across the room, or snuggling with him in bed, or making dinner with him where I think, "Oh yeah. This is my boyfriend. His name is Ryan and so far it's good." Being in a relationship for me has never been a default position. I have spent so many years not dating that it seems very abstract to me, a human experience that I am exempt from. This wasn't necessarily a sad thought, more of a behavioral habit, like not eating stinky cheese. Would you like this huge wheel of bleu cheese. No, I don't really eat that. Plus I didn't really put myself "out there" in the traditional sense because bars are depressing places and I enjoy neither hunting nor being hunted. And I do know people who have met at bars and are in happy committed relationships, but I am not built for that. On the rare time I have been hit on at a bar, my go to attitude seems to be HOW DARE YOU. My mother has pointed out that I can project an air of not needing anyone, (which is true when it comes to bros at the bar). Falling in love is stressful and jittery, I'd prefer to skip to the part where I fart and he laughs, and I play dumb about it. Or where we're both randomly exhausted and the task of making dinner becomes a journey with many obstacles and we must support each other. Or the part where we talk at length about our embarrassing health problems and no one flinches.
We're trying to move in together. Trying being the operative word, we had plans that were logical and made sense, but you can't plan everything so I'm finding myself in the situation of needing to quit my job today (in about an hour?) and find a place in the bay area (by two weeks from now) to bide my time until we can find a place to share. Yes, quit the symphony. Let's face it, it kinda sucked. It was bearable enough, but I've found another job in Berkeley and I've been trying to get off my ass and move to the bay area for years and this will be my ticket so to speak. Ryan's already moved down, he just got a job in SF and will be commuting from Alameda. Yes, sometimes the Mythbusters film there. Oh I should post this:
Let me know when you get sick of this, because I never will.
Oh yeah, animals. I was going to talk about how I've basically been staying at Ryan's place, while still paying rent at my house. My roommates call me The Apparition, which is kind of a cool name for just not being around. When I first moved in last July, there was one pet, a bird named Cobalt. Now that I have returned from bunking at Ryan's, there are two guinea pigs, and two kittens. The newest animal is a tiny black kitten who so far is only called Little Man, and has the most chill disposition I have had the privilege of witnessing in a cat.
We're trying to move in together. Trying being the operative word, we had plans that were logical and made sense, but you can't plan everything so I'm finding myself in the situation of needing to quit my job today (in about an hour?) and find a place in the bay area (by two weeks from now) to bide my time until we can find a place to share. Yes, quit the symphony. Let's face it, it kinda sucked. It was bearable enough, but I've found another job in Berkeley and I've been trying to get off my ass and move to the bay area for years and this will be my ticket so to speak. Ryan's already moved down, he just got a job in SF and will be commuting from Alameda. Yes, sometimes the Mythbusters film there. Oh I should post this:
Click to viewLet me know when you get sick of this, because I never will.
Oh yeah, animals. I was going to talk about how I've basically been staying at Ryan's place, while still paying rent at my house. My roommates call me The Apparition, which is kind of a cool name for just not being around. When I first moved in last July, there was one pet, a bird named Cobalt. Now that I have returned from bunking at Ryan's, there are two guinea pigs, and two kittens. The newest animal is a tiny black kitten who so far is only called Little Man, and has the most chill disposition I have had the privilege of witnessing in a cat.