Spent the day with friend Amy 1 (whose last name is the title of this post) to celebrate her birthday, from diner breakfast to Outlander to beer to Thai food. Has it really been eight years since we fell into the same friend group, six years since we were first roommates, four years since I moved away and a year since she moved here? Where does the time go?
Happy birthday, friend.
Spent the day wandering around the Hampden neighborhood in Baltimore with roommate Kaitie and friends Juana and David. Ate tacos and chicken, drank beer, bought necklace and yarn (because I’m going to start knitting again now that I have all of this time on my hands?), watched bands perform, witnessed the odd phenomenon known as the toilet bowl races. Solid first day of unemployment (ahhhhhh. If I count the days, I figure it’ll help motivate me into doing something besides vagabonding around the country).
Last day. Feels weird. I can’t keep myself from checking my phone constantly for work emails, and then I remember I don’t have those anymore.
Also watching You’ve Got Mail right now and this quite happened and yeah.
You are daring to imagine that you could have a different life. Oh, I know it doesn’t feel like that. You feel like a big fat failure now. But you’re not. You are marching into the unknown armed with… Nothing.
In 18 hours, I will not have a job.
What a terrifying thought.
I was about to start writing about the last time I left a job without having something else lined up — 2008, left the Sagebrush, landed at Nevada Humanities a little more than a month later, and most of that time was spent in Las Vegas for Christmas break — and then I realized something. Even then, I had a little bit of a backup plan. I’d been working part-time at the Reno Gazette-Journal for three months at that point and figured I might be able to get more hours if necessary.
So basically, the last time that I didn’t have even an inkling of employment was when I was 17 and hadn’t left for college and was still living at home.
My current circumstances are obviously quite different. I’m an adult (hard to believe, still true). I live very, very, very far away from my parents and family. I’ve worked full-time in the journalism industry since I was 21. Outside of work, I’ve built myself a life in D.C., one rich with friends and experiences.
And after all that, I find myself asking a question that I haven’t really had time to ask in a while — now what?
I have no idea. Really.
But I’ll figure it out. And whatever it is, it’ll be OK.
Saw the Shakespeare Globe Theatre’s production of King Lear at the Folger tonight. Another one off the list!
I know I’ve been posting a bunch of quotes lately, but they’ve all been too good to pass up. The latest example: the last lines of the play.
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Had a long discussion about my Myers-Briggs type with my brother tonight. As it turns out, he is an ENFP and I’m an ENFJ (though sometimes the P/J switches depending on our moods). We analyzed the profiles of the other person and decided that they were fairly accurate (ecause really, no one knows me better than my brother, that’s just a fact).
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my life lately, so when he told me this, it made me smile:
You can be the next Oprah. You can be the next Obama. Abraham Lincoln. They were all ENFJs… You can be Daenerys from Game of Thrones. You can be Daenerys!
I have no political ambitions, so being a president/queen is out (unless I get my hands on some dragons, in which case, look out, world). But Oprah… I could get behind becoming another Oprah.
Decided on a whim to go visit friend Adam in Seattle, so changed my plane ticket out of Vegas in a couple weeks to go there instead of home.
Then used my miles to book my trip home for my grandparents’ anniversary in December.
And then used even more miles to book one more ticket out of Seattle because I actually didn’t have a return flight and I have to come back to the East Coast, apparently.
Travels are a go.
Looking back on it, it wasn’t really that I’d dared, rather that I had no choice.
From the Neil Gaiman interview included at the end of American Gods, which I finished yesterday (fantastic, fantastic read). Rings true.
The day started off with fool’s gold (the sandwich comprised of a French bread loaf coated in butter, peanut butter, jelly and bacon), had a Pride and Prejudice (the Mormon version) interlude and ended with Doritos Loaded.
What more can I say?
Spent several hours hanging out with friend Mackenzie today, because she is leaving us for London on Sunday for a year. A YEAR. What is the group going to do without Mack for a year?
Answer: download something called What’s App. Gchat. Email. Still celebrate New Year’s together. Print out a flat Mackenzie for special occasions such as Lincoln Night.
It’s been more than three years since she and I worked together at Roll Call, ran into the Nats mascots on the street and searched for somewhere outdoors to drink in the middle of February. And what a fantastic more than three years it has been.