I was distracted from my saturday reverie this morning by a little ping on my phone showing that I’d had +25 hits on my blog yesterday :o what? what? I’m baffled and compelled to post now, sneaky internet peer pressure.

My life is already quite different since I last posted… I was hired by the public library as their new Visual Communications Specialist, and I have my own office and I work amidst big high-rises downtown where there are people and shops and good food…! It’s all so sudden and seems so good that I’m almost afraid to talk about it, like it might not be real. After almost a year of hating myself every morning of work, of being afraid of almost everyone and anyone I worked with yelling at me for any reason, it’s a little strange adjusting back to what I hope might be ‘normal.’ God I hope this is normal and it keeps up. In the first week of work already I love it at the library.

My mother is looking to buy a house still, and is determined to do it this weekend. Guess I might be moving again soon. The ones we saw today were gorgeous and each had gas stoves and real fireplaces. God I sound like a teenager, moving around with my mother.

Last weekend we took a short trip to Santa Barbara and I had the most wonderful time running on the beach, eating good food, sunning, and hunting down a new variety of pink oranges (still haven’t found them, keep an eye out for me). We visited Solvang, I was disappointed by how hokey and tourist-oriented it was… though I’m sure they don’t intend for it to be the Taco Bell of Scandinavian culture, it may actually be quite quaint and authentic on a week day. We sang and laughed all the way back up the state with my sister, and came home to find my littlest cat had gone apeshit on a persian rug and my entire closet. Spent a day crying, I’ve known for a while that when she got to the persian rugs she would have to go. Soon she’ll move up to Knight’s Landing.

These are some chickens I pestered on our trip to SoCal.

I’m currently watching Where the Wild Things Are, it’s reinforcing my fear of unruly children.

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