It's been a while
Hey everyone! I know it's been a long time since my last post, and I thought I'd cured myself of the LJ addiction, but keeping a journal of any kind is better than not, and while facebook has "notes," they're too much trouble.
So, I've moved out to Phoenix, and things are... more extreme. I have much better luck managing money - this is both due to my new commitment to actually retire someday (which would not be hard - even with what's considered "entry level" business wages) and to Megan's spectacular organizational skills. On the other hand, I have almost no friends. It's not that I don't know people - or even that I don't know cool people; but they're not really what I'm accustomed to in a friend. To add to that, Phoenix is the largest metro area in the country, and many of my new aquaintences are difficult to reach.
I'm still working at Target. I'm looking for better work, but it's hard to find. There's a lot of availability for used car salesmen, but that's not really my field. Megan is working at Target, too, but has found part-time work with a high school not a quarter-mile from our apt. She's just helped to cast their production of Clue, for which she will be the asst. director. I've discovered I really don't mind retail too badly, but I'd like something more casual, with a better schedule, and a better paycheck (by better schedule, I mean either mornings or nights, but preferably not all at once.)
I've been struggling with a great deal more insomnia than I previously had. Last night, for example, I know I went to bed around 2am, talked with Megan for a while, and closed my eyes... when I checked the clock it was 4:22 and I couldn't remember sleeping... I've been awake since then. It doesn't always cause problems, but I worry about the frequency with which medicate to settle it.
I also worry about how much I worry about money. Those of you who know me well know that's way to much worry for me. Seriously, I want so badly to get out of debt, but I'm afraid it might become an obsession. I really don't give two shits about money except as a tool to acheive freedom, but I'm wearing ties and kissing ass like I have never done before. It's frightening.
I have re-discovered cooking. Especially with tools like supercook.com, my culinary skills are better than ever. There's an Indian (dots, not feathers) market about a block from home, and curiously, about the same distance in the other direction is an oriental market; I mean to someday peek inside and see if I can score some of the rarer ingredients I've been meaning to try.
I like the weather... sort of. It's nice to wear short sleeves, throw on a light jacket and head out into the "dead of winter". A cold winter night here is still 52 degrees. I do kind of miss the seasons, and I know I could never live here permanantly because of that. In Phoenix there's just warm to really fucking hot - when it rains, people panic. Seriously, I've see news reports about "the inspiring stories of people caught in the storm" - bear in mind we got 1.13 inches of rain over the course of an entire day. It's kind of weird to not worry about rain. There's a really nice polished, wooden table on our balcony, but I don't have to worry about rain damage, and that's strange to me.
Radar seems depressed. I wish I could afford to give him a backyard to play in. We live to close to a major road to let him off the leash, and I feel bad about that. I know he misses his friends, too (yes, my dog had friends: Rocky, Bluto, Moose, Hobbes, and Puppet when she wasn't being a total bitch :o). He does like to sit out on the balcony and watch the cars go by, though. There's a dog park not too far away; I'll have to find it. I only worry about valley fever, which happens almost exclusively here and there is no vaccine.
I'm ready to start my life. Not the mapped-out course modern existence, but the life of secure freedom and moderately-planned spontaneity. Is that too much to ask?
So, anybody who wants to visit Phoenix, give me a call. I don't have a whole lot of space, but I've got room for a friend.
~Matt
So, I've moved out to Phoenix, and things are... more extreme. I have much better luck managing money - this is both due to my new commitment to actually retire someday (which would not be hard - even with what's considered "entry level" business wages) and to Megan's spectacular organizational skills. On the other hand, I have almost no friends. It's not that I don't know people - or even that I don't know cool people; but they're not really what I'm accustomed to in a friend. To add to that, Phoenix is the largest metro area in the country, and many of my new aquaintences are difficult to reach.
I'm still working at Target. I'm looking for better work, but it's hard to find. There's a lot of availability for used car salesmen, but that's not really my field. Megan is working at Target, too, but has found part-time work with a high school not a quarter-mile from our apt. She's just helped to cast their production of Clue, for which she will be the asst. director. I've discovered I really don't mind retail too badly, but I'd like something more casual, with a better schedule, and a better paycheck (by better schedule, I mean either mornings or nights, but preferably not all at once.)
I've been struggling with a great deal more insomnia than I previously had. Last night, for example, I know I went to bed around 2am, talked with Megan for a while, and closed my eyes... when I checked the clock it was 4:22 and I couldn't remember sleeping... I've been awake since then. It doesn't always cause problems, but I worry about the frequency with which medicate to settle it.
I also worry about how much I worry about money. Those of you who know me well know that's way to much worry for me. Seriously, I want so badly to get out of debt, but I'm afraid it might become an obsession. I really don't give two shits about money except as a tool to acheive freedom, but I'm wearing ties and kissing ass like I have never done before. It's frightening.
I have re-discovered cooking. Especially with tools like supercook.com, my culinary skills are better than ever. There's an Indian (dots, not feathers) market about a block from home, and curiously, about the same distance in the other direction is an oriental market; I mean to someday peek inside and see if I can score some of the rarer ingredients I've been meaning to try.
I like the weather... sort of. It's nice to wear short sleeves, throw on a light jacket and head out into the "dead of winter". A cold winter night here is still 52 degrees. I do kind of miss the seasons, and I know I could never live here permanantly because of that. In Phoenix there's just warm to really fucking hot - when it rains, people panic. Seriously, I've see news reports about "the inspiring stories of people caught in the storm" - bear in mind we got 1.13 inches of rain over the course of an entire day. It's kind of weird to not worry about rain. There's a really nice polished, wooden table on our balcony, but I don't have to worry about rain damage, and that's strange to me.
Radar seems depressed. I wish I could afford to give him a backyard to play in. We live to close to a major road to let him off the leash, and I feel bad about that. I know he misses his friends, too (yes, my dog had friends: Rocky, Bluto, Moose, Hobbes, and Puppet when she wasn't being a total bitch :o). He does like to sit out on the balcony and watch the cars go by, though. There's a dog park not too far away; I'll have to find it. I only worry about valley fever, which happens almost exclusively here and there is no vaccine.
I'm ready to start my life. Not the mapped-out course modern existence, but the life of secure freedom and moderately-planned spontaneity. Is that too much to ask?
So, anybody who wants to visit Phoenix, give me a call. I don't have a whole lot of space, but I've got room for a friend.
~Matt