Life continues... oh so slowly.
Though I still don't see myself as having much of a life yet.
While at least I have work out of the way (for now), I'm still spending far too much time at home because I don't have much else to do or people to see or really, much of anything. I'm just too bloody far from L.A. proper and I don't want to keep driving up to L.A. and racking up miles on my not-exactly-working-correctly car. I was supposed to go to the Dir en Grey concert on Wednesday since I got two free tixs but I just didn't want to drag my poor car all the way up so while I feel a twinge of guilt for saying that I can go and then not going... eh, oh well. These things happen.
I think the problem right now is just trying to keep myself busy. It's a bit hard because I've been rather bored. I've been getting a couple of new books read and have been going for eaaarly morning food breaks when Jess gets off work (we're talking around 5-6am) but that's it. I don't have any other friends still around here; they've all relocated northward to L.A. or San Francisco.
It's hard. It's always hard relocating. I know this quite well after a couple of big relocations - Long Beach, Osaka, Melbourne - but this is sort of different. I'm coming back, not reolcating. I've lived here before. I've had friends here before. But most of that is gone. And yet I'm back here. I know this is temporary but I don't know for how long and that bothers me. I'm already chafing at being back here. I want out. I want to be back up in L.A. already. But yes, so I've mentioned many times, these things take time. But waiting for your life to start again is so very hard.
While at least I have work out of the way (for now), I'm still spending far too much time at home because I don't have much else to do or people to see or really, much of anything. I'm just too bloody far from L.A. proper and I don't want to keep driving up to L.A. and racking up miles on my not-exactly-working-correctly car. I was supposed to go to the Dir en Grey concert on Wednesday since I got two free tixs but I just didn't want to drag my poor car all the way up so while I feel a twinge of guilt for saying that I can go and then not going... eh, oh well. These things happen.
I think the problem right now is just trying to keep myself busy. It's a bit hard because I've been rather bored. I've been getting a couple of new books read and have been going for eaaarly morning food breaks when Jess gets off work (we're talking around 5-6am) but that's it. I don't have any other friends still around here; they've all relocated northward to L.A. or San Francisco.
It's hard. It's always hard relocating. I know this quite well after a couple of big relocations - Long Beach, Osaka, Melbourne - but this is sort of different. I'm coming back, not reolcating. I've lived here before. I've had friends here before. But most of that is gone. And yet I'm back here. I know this is temporary but I don't know for how long and that bothers me. I'm already chafing at being back here. I want out. I want to be back up in L.A. already. But yes, so I've mentioned many times, these things take time. But waiting for your life to start again is so very hard.