The Year of Becoming Boring
So ... oddly enough, the momentum I had at the beginning of the year came to some fruition. I find myself in a new job, a few levels higher, tons of new "big lady pants" responsibilities, with a long driving commute across a bridge. Everything I asked for? Perhaps once I sort out time for myself. You know, enroll in a pilates class or something.
OK no, I'm already pondering restarting figure skating lessons, and visiting the weird backwater pub near the pumpkin patch maze before it shuts down forever. Something so I don't end up with an embolism from sitting so much.
What I think I'll love most though is that I escaped the rat race of SF, for now. I'm so unused to people actually being friendly and considerate on the street, and hell, sometimes even the freeway.
Boring update, and my apartment's a mess, so another update once I get it together.
I gotta get a bunch of atrocity tourism photos uploaded. Amusing shit that happens is slipping through my storytelling memory's fingers.
OK no, I'm already pondering restarting figure skating lessons, and visiting the weird backwater pub near the pumpkin patch maze before it shuts down forever. Something so I don't end up with an embolism from sitting so much.
What I think I'll love most though is that I escaped the rat race of SF, for now. I'm so unused to people actually being friendly and considerate on the street, and hell, sometimes even the freeway.
Boring update, and my apartment's a mess, so another update once I get it together.
I gotta get a bunch of atrocity tourism photos uploaded. Amusing shit that happens is slipping through my storytelling memory's fingers.