Time for my periodic blog post, with plenty to say!
Shortly after my last post, I went away for the summer. It was my usual summer gig, teaching acting to junior high kids at a camp in the midwest. It's the best thing I do all year, and I felt just as much in my element as ever in doing it. However, I was essentially living at a school, and accessing SG from there was verboten.
Bad things about the summer. The girl I've mentioned in the past (from Chicago) and I were going to pick up where we left off this summer. We had talked about it, and (I thought) were both excited about it.
She broke things off three hours after I arrived. It wasn't really about the relationship, per se, but about her position in life. However, there were plenty of details surrounding the thing that left me wicked pissed off (primarily her dishonesty in hiding this, and in not allowing me to go through the loss of the relationship until I was in a place to see her and all of our mutual friends every day and night).
That was June, however, so the healing since then has gone fine.
Also, while at camp, my best friend began to act, well, rather selfish. I'd go into details, but I lack the energy. I began to feel treated as a supporting character in the TV show of his life (and he's an actor, so the metaphor holds up). Long story short, we began spending less time together, and I began spending more time with other old friends with whom I hadn't been as close before. Again, strikes and gutters.
While I was away, I was dealing with the loss of (in chronological order): job, girl, and best friend. It was a rough time. However, I was able to do quite a lot of thinking. I decided that there was nothing huge keeping me in Phillly anymore, and I could go whereever I wanted. I'm also still dealing with the loss of a family member last fall, and my inability to be geographically close to my family until it was over. So, long story short (too late!), I put out some feelers, and decided to move back to Chicago.
However, one of the old friends with whom I'd begun spending more time with hired me two weeks ago for a job in Champaign, IL. Just 45 miles from my parents' house. The gig pays shite, but I'll be able to live with my parents (and 1 mile from my brother, neice, and nephew) until the end of the year. I think it's just what I need, and I'm excited. It will be more time than I've spent at home for literally half my life, so I feel fine about the "30 year old in mama's basement" thing.
I also know when I'm leaving, which helps with the fact that Decatur, the town they live in, truly sucks balls.
I'm planning on Chicago in January, and have already circulated my resume around town, to no small interest.
It's a frightening proposition, and I welcome your comments!
Shortly after my last post, I went away for the summer. It was my usual summer gig, teaching acting to junior high kids at a camp in the midwest. It's the best thing I do all year, and I felt just as much in my element as ever in doing it. However, I was essentially living at a school, and accessing SG from there was verboten.
Bad things about the summer. The girl I've mentioned in the past (from Chicago) and I were going to pick up where we left off this summer. We had talked about it, and (I thought) were both excited about it.
She broke things off three hours after I arrived. It wasn't really about the relationship, per se, but about her position in life. However, there were plenty of details surrounding the thing that left me wicked pissed off (primarily her dishonesty in hiding this, and in not allowing me to go through the loss of the relationship until I was in a place to see her and all of our mutual friends every day and night).
That was June, however, so the healing since then has gone fine.
Also, while at camp, my best friend began to act, well, rather selfish. I'd go into details, but I lack the energy. I began to feel treated as a supporting character in the TV show of his life (and he's an actor, so the metaphor holds up). Long story short, we began spending less time together, and I began spending more time with other old friends with whom I hadn't been as close before. Again, strikes and gutters.
While I was away, I was dealing with the loss of (in chronological order): job, girl, and best friend. It was a rough time. However, I was able to do quite a lot of thinking. I decided that there was nothing huge keeping me in Phillly anymore, and I could go whereever I wanted. I'm also still dealing with the loss of a family member last fall, and my inability to be geographically close to my family until it was over. So, long story short (too late!), I put out some feelers, and decided to move back to Chicago.
However, one of the old friends with whom I'd begun spending more time with hired me two weeks ago for a job in Champaign, IL. Just 45 miles from my parents' house. The gig pays shite, but I'll be able to live with my parents (and 1 mile from my brother, neice, and nephew) until the end of the year. I think it's just what I need, and I'm excited. It will be more time than I've spent at home for literally half my life, so I feel fine about the "30 year old in mama's basement" thing.
I also know when I'm leaving, which helps with the fact that Decatur, the town they live in, truly sucks balls.
I'm planning on Chicago in January, and have already circulated my resume around town, to no small interest.
It's a frightening proposition, and I welcome your comments!
You'll do just fine!