Remember when you were younger and from day 1 of school, you counted down till summer vacation? You yearned for the carefree days of sleeping in late, lying out in the sun, playing with your friends everyday, and maybe even going on an exotic vacation. Summer was the time of BBQ in the backyard, full of sweet corn on the cob, chilled ice tea, juicy watermelon, but mostly, the main course of ribs, chicken, hot dogs or hamburgers. It was time of asking your parents for money as you went to the mall and then movies with your friends in the middle of the day, feeling as though you were finally adults and that when the time came, you could totally leave childhood behind. You spent hours swimming and playing games in the pool near your house with all the other neighborhood kids. You were free of responsibility as you let your days slowly pass you by. And at the end of it all, as the new year approached, you said to yourself, "I can't believe summer's almost over. I don't want to go back"
Well, things change. Being unemployed sucks.
Till next time.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I'll be there for you cuz you're there for me too
Reconnecting with friends is my oasis in the desert.
I've been able to see some people from home who have proved once again that there are some good things that come out of the Suburbs. I've even seen some people I haven't hung out with in years since being back, so for that reason, it's really nice to be living in the Conc. In fact, in a few days I am taking a little trip up to Maine with Nikki which should be very fun.
Since being home, I've ventured into Boston a few times and seen the people that I love. Of course there are Trebs. While I find it increasingly odd to watch them create and move on without me, it is a comfort to know that I still relate to them and they, in tern, don't make me feel like an outsider. Staying in the plush suite at Hotel 318, the most happening place around, as well as other friends' apartments, I've been reminded why I loved that group so much. I've also seen graduated Trebs, mostly Christine, which helps with this awkward transition period.
I've been able to see other people too while voyaging into Beantown. Just last night, for example, I reunited with some ENG/COM whom I haven't talked to since graduation; despite my unemployed existence, it gives me a calming feeling to know people are making it out there and it isn't an impossible goal. And then there are my gays. I love those bitches forever and they never cease to entertain me. Of course, all these reunions call for alcohol and partying, and because of my feeling of normal restraint, I go crazy when let out of the house, so I make bad life choices (see my all day hangover).
To my bitches in NYC! I've gone abroad a lot but for some reason it's my Sydney group that I really stuck with. Going to New York, whether for pleasure or for interviewing, is always a fun time because I get to catch up on their lives, eat out at fabulous restaurants, and be in the city that I've loved since forever.
While these times are great, I miss some people terribly. There are my West Coasters: Gwen, Eric, Beebs, and of course my old roomie Joey G. It's funny to think about because I could be there living my Post-Graduation dream but instead I had to put that on hold. I've talked to some overseas people, like Jim Perry (see...I gave YOU a shout out) and the cousin, to catch up on their fabulous lives abroad. And then there are the hundreds of people who are just scattered all over the country who I miss terribly and wish I could see them everyday.
Basically, what this all boils down to is my friends really are my sanity and my life savers, I love you all!
Till next time.
I've been able to see some people from home who have proved once again that there are some good things that come out of the Suburbs. I've even seen some people I haven't hung out with in years since being back, so for that reason, it's really nice to be living in the Conc. In fact, in a few days I am taking a little trip up to Maine with Nikki which should be very fun.
Since being home, I've ventured into Boston a few times and seen the people that I love. Of course there are Trebs. While I find it increasingly odd to watch them create and move on without me, it is a comfort to know that I still relate to them and they, in tern, don't make me feel like an outsider. Staying in the plush suite at Hotel 318, the most happening place around, as well as other friends' apartments, I've been reminded why I loved that group so much. I've also seen graduated Trebs, mostly Christine, which helps with this awkward transition period.
I've been able to see other people too while voyaging into Beantown. Just last night, for example, I reunited with some ENG/COM whom I haven't talked to since graduation; despite my unemployed existence, it gives me a calming feeling to know people are making it out there and it isn't an impossible goal. And then there are my gays. I love those bitches forever and they never cease to entertain me. Of course, all these reunions call for alcohol and partying, and because of my feeling of normal restraint, I go crazy when let out of the house, so I make bad life choices (see my all day hangover).
To my bitches in NYC! I've gone abroad a lot but for some reason it's my Sydney group that I really stuck with. Going to New York, whether for pleasure or for interviewing, is always a fun time because I get to catch up on their lives, eat out at fabulous restaurants, and be in the city that I've loved since forever.
While these times are great, I miss some people terribly. There are my West Coasters: Gwen, Eric, Beebs, and of course my old roomie Joey G. It's funny to think about because I could be there living my Post-Graduation dream but instead I had to put that on hold. I've talked to some overseas people, like Jim Perry (see...I gave YOU a shout out) and the cousin, to catch up on their fabulous lives abroad. And then there are the hundreds of people who are just scattered all over the country who I miss terribly and wish I could see them everyday.
Basically, what this all boils down to is my friends really are my sanity and my life savers, I love you all!
Till next time.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Letter from Concord, MA Jail
Concord, Massachusetts, while a beautiful suburban town with a rich history, has become my Kryptonite. My life as a care-free college student that involved staying up chatting with friends, going out to bars, and walking aimlessly around the city have been brutally replaced with my family going to bed at 11, which is considered late, a feeling of disconnect with friends from all over, and utter boredom due to unemployment. I also constantly struggle with living in parents' house once more. And while I chose this path, the reality of it all is beginning to rear its perfectly manicured, WASPy head.
I've discovered that in order to keep my sanity, I must try to find small pleasures day-to-day that allow me to mentally escape from my white picketed jail cell. My room, for instance, has never been this clean due to my nightly tidying session, nor have I ever had this little laundry to do in a long time. I've dabbled in the culinary arts, making lasagna, cup cakes, and other delicacies so I can pretend I achieved something for the day. In essence, I've become a suburban housewife. And while many of my friends know that it is one of my dreams to become a Socialite housewife, there is one big difference here.
Money. Looking in my murse at the lack of funding is quite depressing. I've embarked on two job interviews thus far, allowing a small ray of hope to seep through, but I never know what it really means. I was first invited to interview at Hill Holliday, a successful ad agency here in Boston as a Production Assistant. Then I whisked away to NYC, and by whisked I meant took a bus for 4.5 hours one way and 4.5 hours back, where I interviewed at an interactive television advertising agency called BrightLine iTV for the position of Creative/Media Associate. Who knows what will come of either opportunity but I must hope for the best.
My other saving grace are my friends. Since being home, I've reconnected with many people. My brother and some Brits ventured over from across the lake, so I accompanied them around the New England area. Good friends from high school have kept me from tearing out all my hair, which reminds me, I need a haircut. And people from college keep my smiling.
My only struggle now is routine. With no job and this huge adjustment out of college, I've not yet set into some form of regularity. I need more of a grounding force right now to steer me in a new direction, away from temptation of seeing friends still in college (no, I'm not going to be a M) or sitting around cleaning/cooking all day. It seems to me that everyone around me is moving forward. Either more schooling, a new job, or a fun location allows them to explore themselves while I sit here in quicksand and watch everyone sprint by me.
I guess it's time for me to go do another load of laundry.
Till next time.
I've discovered that in order to keep my sanity, I must try to find small pleasures day-to-day that allow me to mentally escape from my white picketed jail cell. My room, for instance, has never been this clean due to my nightly tidying session, nor have I ever had this little laundry to do in a long time. I've dabbled in the culinary arts, making lasagna, cup cakes, and other delicacies so I can pretend I achieved something for the day. In essence, I've become a suburban housewife. And while many of my friends know that it is one of my dreams to become a Socialite housewife, there is one big difference here.
Money. Looking in my murse at the lack of funding is quite depressing. I've embarked on two job interviews thus far, allowing a small ray of hope to seep through, but I never know what it really means. I was first invited to interview at Hill Holliday, a successful ad agency here in Boston as a Production Assistant. Then I whisked away to NYC, and by whisked I meant took a bus for 4.5 hours one way and 4.5 hours back, where I interviewed at an interactive television advertising agency called BrightLine iTV for the position of Creative/Media Associate. Who knows what will come of either opportunity but I must hope for the best.
My other saving grace are my friends. Since being home, I've reconnected with many people. My brother and some Brits ventured over from across the lake, so I accompanied them around the New England area. Good friends from high school have kept me from tearing out all my hair, which reminds me, I need a haircut. And people from college keep my smiling.
My only struggle now is routine. With no job and this huge adjustment out of college, I've not yet set into some form of regularity. I need more of a grounding force right now to steer me in a new direction, away from temptation of seeing friends still in college (no, I'm not going to be a M) or sitting around cleaning/cooking all day. It seems to me that everyone around me is moving forward. Either more schooling, a new job, or a fun location allows them to explore themselves while I sit here in quicksand and watch everyone sprint by me.
I guess it's time for me to go do another load of laundry.
Till next time.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Summer in a Nutshell
My life has been a whirlwind of adventures since May 18th when I was thrust into the real world, forced to examine everything I've learned since entering kindergarten back in September 1991. As all my friends have dispersed around the country since that fateful Sunday we all wore red and black and paraded in front of our friends and families, this seems like a good way to update the people I care about what's going on in my life.
I guess the two big events that occurred this summer was my move to San Francisco and triumphant return to Boston. In mid-June, I ventured down to West Palm Beach, FL to the home of Joseph Gregory in order to start our road trip across the country with the final destination of San Francisco, my soon-to-be home. While traveling for over a week, we ventured through 8 different states, stopping in Gainsville FL, New Orleans LA, Houston TX, Las Cruces NM, Tombstone AZ, and San Diego CA, before finding ourselves in Northern California.
We quickly settled into our lovely abode located in Berkeley, CA, and despite the overgrown "garden," the spiders, the dust everywhere, the overwhelming smell, the horrible landlords, the gunshots at night, and the lack of any nightlife or friends, it soon became our home. We spent the days to come exploring the Berkeley Campus, going to Starbucks, cleaning the apartment, and re-watching the OC, but for some reason, it didn't feel quite like the dream I had imagined. Since our sanity depended on it, we explored much of what the state offered. With trips to Fresno over 4th of July and Napa Valley and Los Angeles with my friend Eric, we kept ourselves distracted as we partied with Reality TV Stars, drank wine on the Vineyard and explored what the glorious city of San Francisco offers. I was fortunate enough to be visited by my "super-cool cousin and aussie boy toy" at the end of my stay, which always brings hilarity, insobriety, and stories of yesteryear (she is currently living in tomorrow). Yet the lack of jobs kept looming over heads and constantly added stress.
After more than a month without any career results, I made the tough decision to move home. While I never experienced this in college, I felt bad spending my parents' money without being able to help in all my financial burden. Because of that, I decided it was time to come back and live in Concord, MA. Since being back, I've reunited with friends, both from high school and college. I've also continued the painstaking process of the job search, but this time I've gotten further. And while I don't have a anything, I am hopeful for the near future, either living in Concord and working in Boston, or moving to New York City and starting a life there.
But as today wraps up, and the first day of classes at Boston University comes to an end, the reality of the situation sets in. After 17 years of classes, not including preschool, the cycle finally ends and a new chapter is starting.
Till next time.
I guess the two big events that occurred this summer was my move to San Francisco and triumphant return to Boston. In mid-June, I ventured down to West Palm Beach, FL to the home of Joseph Gregory in order to start our road trip across the country with the final destination of San Francisco, my soon-to-be home. While traveling for over a week, we ventured through 8 different states, stopping in Gainsville FL, New Orleans LA, Houston TX, Las Cruces NM, Tombstone AZ, and San Diego CA, before finding ourselves in Northern California.
We quickly settled into our lovely abode located in Berkeley, CA, and despite the overgrown "garden," the spiders, the dust everywhere, the overwhelming smell, the horrible landlords, the gunshots at night, and the lack of any nightlife or friends, it soon became our home. We spent the days to come exploring the Berkeley Campus, going to Starbucks, cleaning the apartment, and re-watching the OC, but for some reason, it didn't feel quite like the dream I had imagined. Since our sanity depended on it, we explored much of what the state offered. With trips to Fresno over 4th of July and Napa Valley and Los Angeles with my friend Eric, we kept ourselves distracted as we partied with Reality TV Stars, drank wine on the Vineyard and explored what the glorious city of San Francisco offers. I was fortunate enough to be visited by my "super-cool cousin and aussie boy toy" at the end of my stay, which always brings hilarity, insobriety, and stories of yesteryear (she is currently living in tomorrow). Yet the lack of jobs kept looming over heads and constantly added stress.
After more than a month without any career results, I made the tough decision to move home. While I never experienced this in college, I felt bad spending my parents' money without being able to help in all my financial burden. Because of that, I decided it was time to come back and live in Concord, MA. Since being back, I've reunited with friends, both from high school and college. I've also continued the painstaking process of the job search, but this time I've gotten further. And while I don't have a anything, I am hopeful for the near future, either living in Concord and working in Boston, or moving to New York City and starting a life there.
But as today wraps up, and the first day of classes at Boston University comes to an end, the reality of the situation sets in. After 17 years of classes, not including preschool, the cycle finally ends and a new chapter is starting.
Till next time.
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