Iknorite! I was def an odd fish out in the OC. Californians (at lease the ones in LA and OC County) are HATERS. They are just so uptight and worried about EVERYTHING. Makes me want to hand out complimentary tokes just to help people chill. Course that's just LA county (but I spent most of my time there) People in northern Cali and San Diego area are pretty cool.
It felt... anticlimactic. I had passed up so much in my young life to accomplish this goal that for some reason I wanted to reach before I turned 21. I didn't want to struggle my whole life like all the adults that surrounded me were. I wanted to be stable, dependable and successful. But I came to find... excuse the cliche... that money isn't everything. In fact, it's close to nothing. I was making 30k a year at 19, flying to Vegas to meet with clients on a regular basis, attending seminars and designing things in Dubai, Vegas, Indiana with a practically limitless budget (that is the one thing I DO miss). I had a nice boyfriend that made even more money than I did, I had a nice rig, a nice apartment, and more money than I knew what to do with... and I was so unhappy.
Last year I caught the swine flu and was unable to work for almost 2 months, my hubby was also out of work (being a construction worker in the recession), we were evicted from our home, had to sell just about everything we owned (including our vehicle) and completely restart our entire life. But those months are some of my most fond memories, I spent all day every day with someone I loved and I learned what truly made me happy. Funny how things work out, life isn't about peaches and cream, it's about sounds and sights and sighs that make memories and last your lifetime.
Not to stereotype, but I view people in SoCal as being snobby and competitive. That's just the image that area conveys. My aunt lives in the OC and she says it really is like that out there. Blergh.
As I've gotten older, I've realized that the rat race is not something I want. Yes, I would love to have money and nice things and to feel like I was important, but I think it starts to chip away at your soul after awhile. I think it's amazing that you were able to achieve all of those things (buildings in Dubai and Vegas, how cool) and were mature enough to know it wasn't what you wanted in the end. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I'm happy to have a job but I'd love a career.
I'm glad that you and your hubby have gotten past your tough time. I went through a similar (if not so extreme) period where I had to live with my parents while my husband and I were un/under-employed. It wasn't pretty, but I do miss it sometimes. At least we got to see each other.
It felt... anticlimactic. I had passed up so much in my young life to accomplish this goal that for some reason I wanted to reach before I turned 21. I didn't want to struggle my whole life like all the adults that surrounded me were. I wanted to be stable, dependable and successful. But I came to find... excuse the cliche... that money isn't everything. In fact, it's close to nothing. I was making 30k a year at 19, flying to Vegas to meet with clients on a regular basis, attending seminars and designing things in Dubai, Vegas, Indiana with a practically limitless budget (that is the one thing I DO miss). I had a nice boyfriend that made even more money than I did, I had a nice rig, a nice apartment, and more money than I knew what to do with... and I was so unhappy.
Last year I caught the swine flu and was unable to work for almost 2 months, my hubby was also out of work (being a construction worker in the recession), we were evicted from our home, had to sell just about everything we owned (including our vehicle) and completely restart our entire life. But those months are some of my most fond memories, I spent all day every day with someone I loved and I learned what truly made me happy. Funny how things work out, life isn't about peaches and cream, it's about sounds and sights and sighs that make memories and last your lifetime.
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As I've gotten older, I've realized that the rat race is not something I want. Yes, I would love to have money and nice things and to feel like I was important, but I think it starts to chip away at your soul after awhile. I think it's amazing that you were able to achieve all of those things (buildings in Dubai and Vegas, how cool) and were mature enough to know it wasn't what you wanted in the end. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I'm happy to have a job but I'd love a career.
I'm glad that you and your hubby have gotten past your tough time. I went through a similar (if not so extreme) period where I had to live with my parents while my husband and I were un/under-employed. It wasn't pretty, but I do miss it sometimes. At least we got to see each other.
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