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.