Something To Be Said

There is something to be said about living somewhere vs. actually vacationing at a place.  I am not try to discount the beauty or appeal of a place, but it is much different to live in Hawaii than to vacation here.

Let’s take a look at some of the statistics (in my un-professional opinion, at least):

Cons:

- It rains here everyday.  And that’s not an exaggeration.  Going from California to where we were in a serious drought to Hawaii where wetness is a daily occurrence has been strange.  At first it was comforting, then it turned depressing, and now I’m getting more used to it.

- Things are expensive.  Like, ridiculously.  I don’t know how people support themselves over here without food stamps unless they are a professional of some sort.  Milk is almost $8 a gallon, applies are at least $2 a piece, and cereal is almost $7 a box.  Really?….really….?

- I miss Dewey.

Pros:

- I get to see J everyday, even if it’s just for a few hours in the evening. 4 years of long distance has been 3.89 years too long.

- The pace of life is extremely slow here.  That is great because I have horrible anxiety and I’m always rushing around in my head.  It’s crazy in there, don’t try to get in.

- Independence.  Who in their 20′s doesn't want this?

- Hawaiian culture.  Something I've never before been exposed to, so everything around me is new and interesting.

It looks like the good outweighs the bad, and I’m not complaining.

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I Sat

I sat in Starbucks for awhile today. Since I'm in Hawaii I go here everyday rather than staying at home to try to get some work done while J is doing his rotations.  I am so used to having articles and projects to work on all day that the time flies by faster than I can imagine.

Do you know how slow the clock ticks sometimes?  It is so, so incredibly slow. Sometimes I wonder if time is playing a trick on me or if the second hand might be malfunctioning.  No, it really is that slow.

I book marked a number of jobs to apply to last night.  I don't know if it's completely useless since I won't be back in LA until the beginning of August...but, I felt like I needed to do something, anything productive and that was a good start. 

Not The Best Day

It wasn't the best of days.
It probably could have been worse.

So, let's back up a few months.  Back in March my Accounting position at work was getting phased out.  I had a new manager in tow and I could tell we wouldn't be seeing eye to eye on things. Quite frankly, I felt like he didn't want to manage anyone and have the Accounting position for himself (which I was mostly in charge of).  So what did he do?  He found errors, possibly made some himself with the system that I was using, and wrote me up.

That whole process took a toll on me, my health, and I ended up crying in the bathroom at the office more times that I would like to admit (and, unfortunately, once in front of my co-worker).  I also lost about 5 lbs, give or take.

I knew I was getting phased out, so I plowed through my contacts and after a few weeks, as luck would have it, one of my friend's friends was looking for some blog writers for a start-up in SF.  I crossed my fingers and submitted my application.  A few weeks later, they brought me on board as a contract writer.

I couldn't have been happier.

For the next few months I wrote day and night, 24/7 (seriously, up until 3 am most days) -- picking up as many articles as I could, researching, and publishing.  It was all I ever wanted to do (write), and I was doing it fast.  I had a schedule, a structure, and I was running strong.

In the midst of all this I decided to make the move to Hawaii for 2 months with my boyfriend, J, who was out there doing rotations.  It was perfect timing -- I could have an income, be with him finally (after 3.75 years), and write my heart out.

It all seemed too perfect.  And then it was, today, when I got the call that the freelance project had been terminated.  Effective: immediately.