Friends

So I finally have a more permanent place to stay. I’m subleasing an apartment for a month 1/2 from a super awesome individual. Jacob had been so helpful and has helped me get back to my happy place. Its amazing how quickly I can get stressed out over little things like not having a place to call my own. I’ve been nomadic for a year now. After the apartment I rented in Durham, NC last summer turned out to be a moldy slum I had to move after being there for only 7 weeks. That nightmare still rages on but hopefully with the help of my lawyer it will be over soon.

I have been bouncing between my Raleigh and Durham Family until I moved out here July 15th. I’ve been living out of my luggage since I landed. I’ve stayed in 5 different locations for different amounts of time. This most recent place I can finally unpack and settle in for a little longer than a few weeks. I’m subletting a room on Adeline St. and every-time I think the name the Elliot Smith song starts playing in my head.  But its usually the Climatic chorus thats stuck on loop.

There have been some wonderful highs and a few disappointing lows but its all part of the adventure. I don’t think there is enough money in the world that could be paid to have me go back to the life I left. The more time I spend away from my last job the more toxic of a situation I realize it was for me. My advice for all of you that are not happy with your job and feel trapped. You are only as trapped as you make your self feel. And trust me it is better to be out of that situation than to stay in it.

Life is way too short for us to be wasting it depressed and miserable. This is the advice I have for just about any troubling situation I come across. We need to learn to stop sweating the insignificant or the things that are not our business that we take upon our selves to worry about.

I appreciate everyone that has lended me a helping hand. Depending on others is not a very comfortable spot for me. Its a sea of emotional turmoil and I try to avoid it at all cost. But I had no choice when things went sour at the beginning of this adventure and I’ve tried to make the best of it and accepted help. I know it wasn’t the most pleasant situation at times but I’m grateful for the help and glad that it is coming to an end.

I have applied for jobs and I will continue to do so until I have a first day somewhere. I have a few interviews already lined up after putting my job hunt in full swing this week.

My new roommates seem very nice. I’m living in a three bedroom apartment that shares a kitchen and bathroom with a 1/2 apartment (A.K.A. the attic). There’s 5 of us in all. My “landlord” Jacob has been so nice. He took Loralie in a few days early when the person watching her decided it was to much for them to handle. Jacob shares his life with a very charismatic, scrappy, poodle mix named Cape. He is absolutely one of the coolest little dogs I’ve met. And acclimating Loralie and him has been surpassingly easy.

Jacob has also let me move in a few days earlier than he advertised the room. He has stepped up his plans of going back east to give me a place to settle and collect me self. He is an amazing person and we have become fast friends.

This is were my contemplation on the question “Why is it that some strangers are more willing to help than your friends sometimes.” What ever the reason I am grateful for his hospitality. Loralie is warming to him and the rest of the roommates. She sticks to what is now her room and is super happy that I moved in finally last night. She slept on top of me all night and wanted to cuddle the second I got up this morning. She’s cat napping happily on the bed right now.

All is well in California and the little misses is content.

Its Saturday and I’m hanging out with Loralie most of the day. Were Cat napping and just laying about cuddling. I’m trying to combat the feeling of being a tourist. It feels like a vacation I haven’t had in years but I keep reminding my self that I’m living here. So I’m staying in fighting the urge to pack in as much stuff as posable as I would if I had a short amount of days to see the city. Its still so surreal so I’m trying to do mundane things to keep my self from going over board, I’m trying to pace my self.

So I went to the movies after spending the most of the day with Loralie. I went to see the new Harry Potter movie. It was good but much darker than the others. I went to one of the many movie theaters in downtown Berkley. Movie theaters seem to be like churches in the south, there are several per city block. After the movie I walked around down town Berkley just getting to know the place. I’m walking so much I’m starting to wear blisters on the bottom of my feet. I’m going to invest in some good sneakers soon.

I walked up and down Shattuck st. stopping in at a produce/ grocer to buy a white skinned nectarine then headed back the other way.  I stopped to window shop in stores of interest along the way. I stopped in at this really cool book store called “Half Price Books” and went through some of the stacks. Jacky and Matt called later wanting to see if I would be interested in going to Target. I said sure and tried to walk to meet them. I ended up walking all the way down to Beckley Bowl which looked to be a grocery store. They came and picked me up from there and we went to Target.

It was the Mecca of all Targets!!!! I died and went to Target heaven. It was two stores! It was freak’n awesome!  We ran a few more errands and then they dropped me off at the apartment. So here ends the day, me blogging and going through the things I bought at the Mac Daddy of all Targets.