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I Recognize That I Am Bad At This….

5 Apr

When I started this blog, the intent was to write AT LEAST biweekly. I clearly have not done that, yet here I am, going to try again. With renewed purpose. With more conviction. I am REALLY going to update this more often. For reals.

First and foremost, these promises are 1,000 times less empty because this showed up at my door last week:

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This has made all the difference in my desire to be on the computer because the MacBook Air is an amazing computer to begin with, AND it is better than my piece of crap Sony Vaio that was about 3 years past her prime. RIP pink lady (she was a pink Vaio, obviously). So I am hopeful that now that I have a computer that doesn’t make me want to stab things, I’ll be a lot more motivated to post and creep all across the internet.

Also, a new MacBook Air means I can spend a beautiful Saturday morning at the coffee shop across the street from my apartment with a set-up like this:

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I am living the life of my dreams, on the weekend at least, and OK, that’s a lot of hyperbole because the life of my dreams involves having WAY more money in my checking account. And a ranch of cats, but in a sanitary way, where Animal Police could come and find no issues.

Also, the coffee place that I am talking about is called Krakatoa, and it is adorable and right across the street from my apartment. It basically looks like a large tree hut, and they have a wrap around patio underneath a canopy of trees, and if you ignore the street noise behind you, it almost feels like you are in some exotic island in the Pacific. With good coffee and cheap sandwiches. Anyway, if you are ever in San Diego, it is worth a visit.

As for everything else, this month marks six months that I have lived in San Diego. It has obviously had its ups and downs, the ups outweighing the downs. I really, really like San Diego itself – I can even forgive the fact that everything and everyone here is EXTREMELY slow. Every morning at Starbucks is an exercise in Zen for me, because most of me wants to scream at everyone to stop talking to the barrista, to give the barrista their order, and for the barrista to shake what mama gave them and pour whatever needs to go into the cup FASTER. I’d like to think San Diego is forcing me to become a patient person, but that’s not true. I just seethe on the inside and dig my nails into my thighs until I can almost feel tears in my eyes from the pain. But ya know, I REALLY love everything else. Especially the weather. Oh man, I really like not ever having to deal with temperatures below 60 (generally).

I kind of hate my job, but there is nothing that can be done about that. It is tough doing something that you are insanely overqualified for, and it is hard complaining about it without sounding like a brat. But it sucks. Nature of the relocating beast, I suppose, but I am hoping other things come along.

The guy is doing well – I’ve been forcing him to do all sorts of activities (and eat all sorts of food OBVIOUSLY) around San Diego, and he complains, but he loves it. We also went to Las Vegas in February to go see the Britney Spears show. She was amazing, Las Vegas was whatever. I don’t see the point in a city solely devoted to alcohol and gambling. I get that other people do, and they enjoy that, and I wish them many happy times in Vegas. I, on the other hand, thought it was boring. I think alcohol tastes bad, I’m not rich enough to gamble, and I would rather stick sewing needles into my thigh than pay $40 to get into a club, so that may be my last time in Vegas, unless unforeseen circumstances force me to go again.

When it comes to social life, the guy is essentially my social life. I have made zero friends in San Diego, but I have also tried very little to make friends. It’d be nice to have people to hang out with, and also nice for the hubs to not feel guilty every time he goes out because he knows I have somewhere to go, too, but I am OK with it. I have been kind of a loner weirdo since birth (not really birth, but you get it), and don’t mind hanging out with myself a lot. Even during high school, when one is arguably at their most social, I would spend whole weekends locked in my room because the thought of hanging out with or talking to anyone was exhausting. HOWEVER, I do love my friends back home and miss them very much – it is hard to find people who know and love you as a social weirdo, and still want to be around you any way 🙂

The guy and I are obviously good. No complaints there, except that he is a slob and sometimes I want to shove the dirty socks he leaves all over the house into his mouth while holding his nose, but I think that’s normal. He actually booked us a trip to Catalina Island at the end of the month, and I am excited. I told him one of my number one priorities while out here (besides becoming a millionaire) was to travel, so I think we are doing well on that front.

I have been doing other stuff on the side, too. I started volunteering for Voices for Children out here to do CASA work. Every one I worked with at the AG’s office back home is going to be like, “what the F?” but I like the idea of doing the kind of work that I used to do without being bound by the rules or bureaucracy of my old bosses. If you are unfamiliar, CASAs basically volunteer to act as legal liaisons between juvenile court and children in the foster system. I haven’t been assigned a kid yet, but I think it’s important to give back, so I think it’s a good way to spend my time. I am cheesy. Whatever.

I also became a member of San Diego Writers Ink, and if you live out here and you love to read or write, you should definitely give it a look: sandiegowriters.org I have been going to a writing group once a week and taking creative writing classes, and I find all of that immensely satisfying. I’ve been writing a ton more on my own (obviously not on here), and it is a nice way to stay sane. I feel a lot less crazy when I am writing things down on the daily, so I highly recommend it for those who have a lot of chatter in their head space.

OK, I think that’s a thorough catching up on the happenings. OH, also, these exist and they have the potential to change your life:

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Chuao is a San Diego-based company (I think), but I am pretty sure you can get these elsewhere. Anyway, this was the maple bacon chocolate bar, and I have also sampled the potato chip bar and the popcorn bar, and they make me feel all sorts of warm and lovely things as I eat them. I don’t even like chocolate that much, and I think these are the shit. I try to pick one up every time I pass the World Market in South Park. If you can’t find them in a store, order them online (there’s a website, probably http://www.chuao.com but that’s just a guess).

And I will end on that 🙂