Two Weeks
Posted by: stella on: February 22, 2009
It’s been exactly 2 weeks since I’ve arrived, and I’m not sure how I feel about the whole big move yet.
Of course, I’m on my period and PMSing hardcore, so despite some good things that have been happening, I’m feeling a little negative and rant-y right now. I spent most of the first week at a Grace’s and only came out to the new apartment a couple of times before going away for the President’s Day weekend with Tori to her parents’ home.
I’ve settled in somewhat because I have a dresser that I’ve filled up and a futon I have borrowed/taken over from my roommate’s room. The grocery shopping was done once, the laundry done as well (which was annoying to do because I had to walk outside to do it — a new concept for me!). I have yet to buy furniture, but am now the proud owner of too many socks. I’ve eaten out entirely too many times but did manage to restore a bit of money into the savings account thanks to the tiny US Treasury tax refund I got around my birthday and because I was getting meals bought for me a lot.
I’ve only seen a couple of my college friends, mostly because I only told a couple of them I was here. Ironically, when I had a bit of good news, it seemed like I had to tell half of California rather than friends in the EST zone. I had an awkward dinner with a cousin I haven’t seen in more than a decade and a half, two meetings with a friend’s boyfriend, a reflective meal with two friends from Korea, and an unnecessarily odd couple of hours out with four people who were much more inebriated than I.
I did manage to score an interview just a mere two hours after sending in a resume to a gallery. The phone call became a meeting the next day, and by dinnertime I apparently had a verbal job offer. Exciting because of the speediness of the turnaround time, but upon speaking with a girl-who-currently-works-there-and-has-now-quit-who-coincidentally-went-to-my-college-and-has-a-lot-of-friends-in-common-with-me, it seems like it’ll have to be a temporary gig with a potentially volatile boss and slightly unpleasant working condiitons. A positive thing so quickly turns negative, but I am trying to retain the outlook that things happen for the best, always.
The news does kind of put a damper on what could have been a fun week of seeing what apartments I could afford in Manhattan, but knowing that the job might have to be temporary and uncertainty about employment/income afterwards…
So worried! I wish I had someone to hold my hand.
Grace and I spoke a little about David and her past relationship over dinner on Friday, which may have been cause for my little burst of tears this morning while in bed. I do miss having someone to turn to no matter what, someone who genuinely cares for each and every step I took. It takes so much work just to find that, and even more sweat and tears to retain it. I’m not sure after all is said and done, the rewards are greater than the hurt and pain.
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