vidalia

Sorry about the lack of updates... I have limited computer access.

Let's see... where did we leave off?

I got a place in Sweaty's neighborhood. I love it.
He promptly broke up with me. Well... whatever dude. I was bound not to let that ruin my day.

I got nice and drunk, took a vicodin, had a long night of feeling sorry for myself, and a long day of recovering.

Then I quit the C's, went job hunting the next day, got hired at an ice cream shop.

I love my job. My boss and my coworkers are awesome. It takes me three minutes to walk to work. Plus I eat lots of free ice cream. Absolutely the best job I've ever had.

Then I called David, a nice fella whom I'd met at the bookstore a week before, for a friendly type hang out.
And we hit it off- crazy. We are inseperable. And I thus have a boyfriend. A new one. A good one. It's refreshing.

Life is refreshing. Oddly enough, I love this place. I've been watching Jaws and learning how to play video games, sitting around the fire pit in the backyard with my roomates, baking carrot cake from scratch for my new boyfriends' birthday, going to Venice and Zuma and Hollywood, reading and being constantly exposed to new literature, cuddling and drinking and finally feeling like I can take a deep breath and rest.

And I have a space for privacy, a kitchen for cooking, a car for traveling, and a couch for guests.

Maybe it is because I moved away from this place while I was still little and amazed, but I swear LA has a quiet, magical undercurrent. It feels productive, secretive, and immensely good. The people that I meet here are less confused, less lonely, and less restless than the people I meet elsewhere. Every bit of sidewalk and space is put to use, every niche is filled, people feel free to become whatever they dream to be: Marilyn Monroe on Hollywood Boulevard, the crazy old drunk man who jumps on glass at Venice Beach, the guys everywhere selling fruit or ice cream; hotdogs, corn, or tacos.

I like to think that I can be happy everywhere, that my satisfaction must come from within, but it seems somehow to be so much less of a struggle here. That sense of restlessness, my itchy feet, are gone. I'm happy here.

XOXO
-V