It’s been a long time since I updated.
Today was Mom’s 50th birthday. Spent time at the farm with the extended family. Sitting in Raleigh at a McDonald’s because I don’t really want to go back to my apartment. It’s hot out. I’m pensive.
Switching jobs. Just moved into a new apartment. I am cat-sitting a kitten that likes to wake me up every hour by kneading my throat or shoulder. Pretty boys buying my drinks. Big things all around.
The new job is going to be at a desk, which makes me nervous. B&N has fed my love of meeting new people. But I decided it is 100% worth the likely boredom to be able to set myself up financially for the next few years. I will make enough in a year to live comfortably, pay off credit card debt and student loans, and save up money to take a nice long trip around Europe, and then still have enough to support myself for the first part of grad school. My sanity is going to be chained to the certainty that I will quit next July and travel before heading to a grad program. Just don’t think I can be the corporate lackey. But the sales training is going to set me up to do whatever in the heck I want. My district manager at B&N told me that I should pursue my sales talent and go into high end sales — pharmaceuticals, real estate, technology. I never really saw myself going into sales. But who the heck cares right now? I am going to take this job and apply to grad school. That’s all I have to know right now. I am so terrible about trying to plan waaaaay too far into the future.
Even though I have my own apartment now, I am alone rarely. Always friends to see, places to go. I am only really alone when I climb into bed and when I do my routine in the morning to get ready for the day. Don’t know if I am subconsciously avoiding my apartment or just that much of a social butterfly. I still get plenty of time to contemplate on my runs.
Luckily the half-marathon training is going pretty well. I need to quit eating so much junk food, but the runs have been soothing and fairly relaxed. Only ended up in a sketchy part of town once.
Living in the poorer part of town has been so nice. Going for my runs in the morning, it almost feels like I am back in Harlem. Almost. I was asked if I had known that I was going to be taking a much better paying job whether I would have waited and gotten a different apartment. I really don’t think I would have. Yuppier parts of town tend to make me a little uncomfortable. I want this to be my new ringtone:
Need to buckle down in the studio. A new friend is helping me build a better website for my grad school portfolio. I just need to start churning out work. Those deadlines are fast approaching. Austin is looking really good right now. Thinking of applying there, Columbia, University of Cape Town, and a yet-to-be-determined program in Italy. Casting a wide net.
Divorce papers officially filed. JMel wants to plan a “happy divorce” party in November.
Living closer to work means that I don’t get as much of a daily dose of music. But drove a lot this weekend and overdosed on rocking out. Tiger JK rapping about how quickly life flies by, how fast we change, how we lose and gain, how life ebbs and flows:
