But really though…what’s the point of trying to impress anyone when they string you along for three months?
I’ve decided to challenge myself to write more. It’s going to be a slow mountain to climb against the amount of workload that my current job prevents me from having any sort of life, but creativity is sanity for me. And, I may be going a little insane writing solely contributed content under someone else’s name.
Where to start though? I’m sure I could go back to something that sounds really dramatic like my parent’s divorce, but really isn’t (their still friends). I could tell you about my first kiss, my first time, but that’s no beginning.
Guess I’ll start with the end first then.
Yesterday I drove by a house that I spent the last 5 years in. That’s probably a new record for my family. It was a basic house. Built in the 50’s by a local neighborhood Italian family who owned a restaurant in the New England town. It wasn’t especially exciting when we moved in, but as the years went on my mother renovated the kitchen, put in central air and made it her own. Just in time to leave her job, yet again and move to the midwest for another job.
So why did I like this house? I really didn’t. I liked the life I led in that house. The post high school, college years. Summers spent working at a local movie theater with characters left and right (more on that one later). The one thing I noticed as I drove by the house yesterday was the chain fence surrounding the property. This is a running joke in my family, but a strange truth…every house we’ve ever sold, the next owner has put up a fence. Whether for their kids, their dog or a pool, each house has locked the world out. And, somehow the house never looks the same with that damn fence.
I feel like that has to say something about my mom’s generation vs. this generation of parents, but maybe not. Needless to say, it makes the whole transition that much easier. Because it’s not my house. I’m not that college kid anymore. I’m so far removed from that small town and yet I could probably slip back in, believing everything would be the same.
There you have it - the random ramblings of a career sucking city gal. Hopefully I have something better to offer next time.