Dingo Breakfast
A yawn, a leak, and a good look around.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
• There's something to be said for living by yourself
When was the last time I could run around dancing to Estelle in my underwear? I mean, really, I think my sister would have been offended. There's something to be said for hanging out at home... watching Michael Phelps on tv... anyway, I digress.
In an effort to increase readership to the levels it used to be, content may become increasingly vulgar from now on. I tried to keep my professional face forward for a really long time, but let's be honest; no one wants to read that crap. I get a little jealous reading Awkwardly Social and decided it would really be valuable for me to go back to being honest about my life in all aspects.
Regardless, I'm living the life. I was re-reading my [other blog] a few days ago and wondering what I was thinking. I invested a lot into other people, really fantastic people, but only invested education into myself. While I felt that was "worthwhile" (okay, it got me a job, I'm not sure how much I actually learned), I can't believe how much time I wasted. Sometimes I feel bad about talking crap about Boston and living there and what the experience was like, but then people follow up with the question, "Then why did you stay there for so long?"
There are things I loved about my life in Boston. There are things that I think I had to experience in order to get to where I am now, but I also wonder if I would have been able to just skip all of that and arrive where I am now. Not sure. Don't care. I made it and things are good.
I'm lucky, extraordinarily lucky, in fact, to have found a group of friends here almost immediately with the help of a random stranger on a plane. I'm sorry to say that I don't think New Englanders were ever as warm and open to inviting new people into the group as these folks have been. I feel a little strange about being wrapped into this so quickly, but I think that has to do with my own insecurities about the way my friendships ended back on the east coast. I constantly question the things I'm saying in a group, apologize for the slightest bit of negativity. Part of me hopes that the constant self-evaluation will end, but at the same time, I think it is necessary for me to hide behind the curtain awhile longer until I get my mouth under control.
On a bright note, I've spent a lot of time decorating my new abode, a comfortable 750 square foot 1 bedroom apartment down in Sunnyvale, CA. This involved several trips to Target, as well as an entire weekend of traveling back and forth to Ikea, buying, returning, buying, returning... but let's be honest. It was all to impress a guy. I couldn't let him into my apartment with it looking all unfinished and disheveled, could I?
More to come, boys and girls, more to come...
In an effort to increase readership to the levels it used to be, content may become increasingly vulgar from now on. I tried to keep my professional face forward for a really long time, but let's be honest; no one wants to read that crap. I get a little jealous reading Awkwardly Social and decided it would really be valuable for me to go back to being honest about my life in all aspects.
Regardless, I'm living the life. I was re-reading my [other blog] a few days ago and wondering what I was thinking. I invested a lot into other people, really fantastic people, but only invested education into myself. While I felt that was "worthwhile" (okay, it got me a job, I'm not sure how much I actually learned), I can't believe how much time I wasted. Sometimes I feel bad about talking crap about Boston and living there and what the experience was like, but then people follow up with the question, "Then why did you stay there for so long?"
There are things I loved about my life in Boston. There are things that I think I had to experience in order to get to where I am now, but I also wonder if I would have been able to just skip all of that and arrive where I am now. Not sure. Don't care. I made it and things are good.
I'm lucky, extraordinarily lucky, in fact, to have found a group of friends here almost immediately with the help of a random stranger on a plane. I'm sorry to say that I don't think New Englanders were ever as warm and open to inviting new people into the group as these folks have been. I feel a little strange about being wrapped into this so quickly, but I think that has to do with my own insecurities about the way my friendships ended back on the east coast. I constantly question the things I'm saying in a group, apologize for the slightest bit of negativity. Part of me hopes that the constant self-evaluation will end, but at the same time, I think it is necessary for me to hide behind the curtain awhile longer until I get my mouth under control.
On a bright note, I've spent a lot of time decorating my new abode, a comfortable 750 square foot 1 bedroom apartment down in Sunnyvale, CA. This involved several trips to Target, as well as an entire weekend of traveling back and forth to Ikea, buying, returning, buying, returning... but let's be honest. It was all to impress a guy. I couldn't let him into my apartment with it looking all unfinished and disheveled, could I?
More to come, boys and girls, more to come...
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