I'm here and not there. Vague? Yes! Stressful? A little! Once again I have found myself at a new residence with a new job. Sigh. As you will discover my love hate relationship with employment and locale is epic-ly historical.
Let's put it this way: I'm almost 27, I have had in the past two years (Since graduation.) ten different jobs. Ten. This heinous adventure of making ends meet and trips to the emergency food will be cataloged in Jobs 101. I will take responsible for my role in the demise of these employment opportunities. However, I'm am certain that this predicament is indicative of something greater. Bad economy? The twentysomething mentalities? Psychosis plagued working environments? Hard to tell.
Currently, I am in Northern California. Beautiful doesn't do this place justice. Gorgeous, not even close. Possibly heaven on earth, but that is so cliche. The fact I can still be awe in a place that has forced me to dig my poor little Escort out of four plus foot snow drifts more than once, says something. It says a lot.
Moment of truth. I could and would consider living in this place for more than three months.