No time for blogging

This whole working thing is reallllly cutting into the time I’d otherwise be spending blogging about not having a job. *Gosh.* Saturday and Sunday I didn’t have to work, meaning I have an actual weekend. I’m pretty sure this is the only time this will happen between now and January, so I tried to make the most of it.

I forgot to write about this, but I had my first visitor earlier this month; Randy of Alaska stopped by one night on his way back to Caldwell and crashed. We went out to breakfast before he headed home the next day. Yaaaay Ohio visitors!

That said, there are even more in my future. My dad is tentatively scheduled to bring me a minivan full of my stuff, including my bed, Dec. 6. A couple friends are coming to stay with another friend (someone I don’t know) the first weekend of December for their annual tour of the 12 Bars of Christmas and I’ll see them some time while they’re here. And finally, a boy will be visiting me Dec. 11.

A lot of people have been asking me if I’ve met anyone in Chicago; No. Moving out of Ohio partially to forget someone is one thing, but moving here specifically to meet someone is insane. Of course, so is “meeting” someone you’ve known your whole life days before you move two states away.

I’ve been avoiding blogging about said boy because I had no idea what was going on with him/me/this. To be honest, I still don’t know, but he’s been in the picture for like a month now so I think it’s worth mentioning. The week before I left, when I was staying in Caldwell, I got back in touch with an old friend I graduated from high school with. We had a really great time that week catching up, and somehow we just kept right on talking after I moved nearly 500 miles away. He is a great guy, and even though the timing is a little off, I am really happy right now.

This isn’t changing my plans about Chicago; I am still really in awe of my being here, and it’s what I have wanted for a really long time. We pretty much have an understanding that we don’t want to influence each other’s plans, life goals, etc. But, as John Lennon once said, life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. He doesn’t know what he’s doing after he graduates from his graduate program, and I don’t know what my life in Chicago is going to look like yet. The uncertainty is not as terrifying as you might think.

I had a great Thanksgiving with my family. My aunt and uncle from Columbus came here with two of their three boys and invited me along to their family’s dinner. It felt great to see them again, and I miss them already. My brother sent me some photos from his Thanksgiving at my dad’s, as well as a video. It felt very familiar and warm and I’m sorry I missed it. But what I got was much, much better than not having Turkey Day plans in a new city alone. Christmas is still a big question mark, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

My uncle and cousins visited me at the department store on Black Friday. Photo evidence of my employment:

Photo courtesy of Brian Williams' facebook

2 thoughts on “No time for blogging

  1. Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen
    Pour myself a cup of ambition
    And yawnand stretchand try to come to life.
    Jump in the showerand the blood starts pumping
    Out on the streetthe traffic starts jumping
    With folks like me on the job from nine to five.

    Working nine to fivewhat a way to make living
    Barely getting byit’s all taking and no giving.
    They just use your mindand they never give you credit
    It’s enough to drive you crazyif you let it.

    Nine to fivefor service and devotion
    You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion
    Want to move aheadbut the boss won’t seem to let me
    I swear sometimesthat man is out to get me.

    They let you dream just to watch them shatter
    You’re just a step on the boss man’s ladder
    But you’ve got dreams he’ll never take away.
    In the same boat with a lot of your friends
    Waitin’ for the day your ship’ll come in
    And the tide’s gonna turnand it’s all gonna roll your way.

    Nine to fivethey’ve got you where they want you
    There’s a better lifeand you dream about itdon’t you?
    It’s a rich man’s gameno matter what they call it
    And you spend your life putting money in his pocket.

    Now, hum along!

  2. M, so glad to read your blog, whenever you have a chance to write! I miss you, friend, and hope we can catch up via Gchat or e-mail sometime soon. Hugs to you!

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