Moved!
Ah yes, I've finally left the quiet womb of Simi Valley and have entered the big, bad jungle that is Burbank, CA.
Okay, so maybe it's not that wild. In fact, it's probably one of the tamest cities in Los Angeles County. But that's the whole point, it's Los Angeles County. No longer am I living in the safety net of Ventura County. Here I am, minutes away from nightlife, culture, and diversity. I'm not sure if all that exists right here in Burbank, but hey... there's an IKEA which is Swedish. Culture? Perhaps.
It feels good to be among my belongings that have been locked up in my storage unit since last May. It's like coming off the bench after an injury. Well, from my furniture's perspective. Not like my furniture has the ability to tear a ligament, but you get what I'm saying.
When I was little, I used to think my stuffed animals would know when I've neglected them. I wonder if that's how stored furniture feels. If it could feel. Okay, this has gotten out of control.
So here I am, back to an independent lifestyle. It's a little scary to get back into this groove. A lot of time with independence comes loneliness, but there are plenty of ways to combat that. Roommates, art projects, blogs, trashy celebrity magazines. Right now it's kind of nice to be sitting and doing nothing and actually having time to blog. But I know myself to well. And when all the excitement of moving in settles down, I'll get bored. And when I get bored, I get that feelng. The, "Why am I here?" and "What am I doing with my life" feeling. Or, "Am I doing something wrong with my life? Am I missing something? Did I miss the cue for what I'm really meant to do?" Or wait, how about, "How am I changing the world?"
And I think my solution to this is to find a yoga class somewhere. As long as it's in the budget. Sound good? I think so.
Okay, maybe it's just that I feel that I need to do something to counter balance my corporate life. Working is crazy. It really does turn into your life even if you try your hardest not to let it. It really does catch up with you. The routine of going to bed at 10 and getting up at 6 and knowing that I have to be at work from 8-5 is comforting I must say, but I know myself. And I'm starting to wonder when it's going to get to me.
But this is what I wanted. Routine. And hey, I love the people I work with and the job location. The pay is pretty decent and my benefits can beat up you honor student. Oh wait, wrong usage.
Tangent!
Anyway, I'm here in Burbank and embarking on a whole new chapter in my life. Even if it's potentially for only 3 months, but hey, personal growth is personal growth and experience is experience.
And now I leave you with this:
"Energizer Bunny arrested, charged with battery." (Anonymous, coolfunnyquotes.com)
*In the meantime, you can look forward to my next blog topic: The Lack of a Period Key on my Laptop is the Bane of My Existence.
1 comment:
furniture doesn't have feelings.
except maybe coat racks.
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