Ever since last month, I have been waking up ridiculously early to go out and do adult things. Like working and looking for work. Some of my friends joke and say they’re so surprised that I’m becoming an “adult” and not being all “hippie-ish” and whatnot. I also opened up a checking account (but honestly, only so I can work on my Kickstarter project and occasionally buy things online). It really sucks buying prepaid cards and worrying about all those silly transactions. And don’t get me started with the hassle of Western Union (they’re great, though!) and cashing checks. The amount they take out is practically nothing, but that “practically nothing” adds up real quick.
But yeay! I get to finally put up my KS project up next week! I’m really excited and, as everyone else, would like to make as much money as possible.
I think I’m done. Time to make actual food and work on the novel.
It feels good to be home.
I have been “blogging” since 2002, at the tender age of 14. I’d use Diaryland, Xanga, MySpace, and Blogspot. I’ve closed the previous three, and I was about to go on my old blogspot account BrooklynorBust, but apparently, it has been removed (for reasons unknown to me).
Oh, well. When one door slams shut, another one busts wide open. Or maybe someone breaks in through the window. Opportunities are weird like that.
It’s a new start, and it feels good. I’m recently graduated, have a newish relationship, and I’ve reached a turning point where I’m not quite that bright-eyed girl who moved here six years ago. I’ve done a lot of growing up since then, but there’s more growing up that needs to be done. I am remaining as open as possible to all the possibilities that lay before me, while reminding myself that there are thieves, hustlers, and shysters at every corner here. I will not be taken advantage of again. I am wrestling with these contradictions and paradoxes with relative ease. It truly is a learning experience.