Geary Street

Aright, I finally took some pictures of the apartment.  We still have some decorating to do in the living room and bedroom, but we're getting there.  As of right now there is nothing else interesting going on.  That's all I've got. 

 

 

 

 

The lighting makes everything in the bathroom look green... but it's all white. Except for the shower curtain...and the rug...and the stuff on the shelf. Half of it's green. 

 

And in case you've forgotten what we look like... 

We were really excited... and freezing. And missing everyone in MA terribly.

Major Procrastination

Today I had an interview with an online interactive magazine for a position as an editor.. and mid-conversation with the CEO I realized I haven't finished a single piece of fiction that I started writing.  I get an idea that I'm in love with and write for days on end-- sometimes weeks.  And then I get busy with other stuff, lose touch with what I'm writing about, and forget about it entirely.  Eventually I think of another idea and start the whole process all over again.  This is entirely irrelevant to the interview because it had nothing to do with fiction writing... but it was a frustrating reality check nonetheless.  I think I have the first third of about six very different novels written, and I wonder why I'm a full-time waitress.  Harsh, maybe. But seriously...

I remember reading about an author who set his alarm for like 7 AM every morning, got dressed, and went into his study as if it were a real work place, and stayed there for a full, uninterrupted eight-hour day.  It was like he was tricking himself into thinking his writing was a real paid job to discipline himself.  And it worked obviously, because he was a famous author.  Hence why I was learning about his lifestyle.  This would be way more informative if I could remember who I was talking about. Sorry.  My point is I would like to try that kind discipline.  Finishing a piece of work and being proud enough of it to share it with people would be an entirely new experience for me. 

On a completely different note, Aaron (is that the right pseudonym?) and I are almost done furnishing and decorating the apartment, and it's looking pretty good.  The walls are a weird texture so we're avoiding any painting/ wallpapering.  It's a small space with no room for big picture changes, but all things considered, I think we've done a pretty great job.  I'm excited to see what we can do with a bigger apartment that's more flexible to being customized.  HGTV has completely taken over my mind.  I keep saying I'll put up pictures and it has yet to be done. I haven't gotten the apartment clean enough to want to take pictures yet, but I promise, they're coming!!

Sore Thumb

I'm pretty sure it's impossible to turn heads in San Francisco.  Men dress in drag so tight you can see their ribs compressing. Homeless men and women scream at the imaginary people in front of them--sometimes so convincing I hope they have a Blue Tooth in their ear. There is no such thing as an extreme outfit.  I went shopping today downtown... and I realized after hours of shopping that I may have been the only person in the store wearing flared jeans and sneakers.  That's when it occurred to me that I might have been the person sticking out.  Tourist.  I'm looking at a jewelry rack thinking if I don't want a ring heavier and larger than my hand, my only option is a man's wedding band.  The more I think about it, the more I realize that my lack of flats, leggings, and clunky jewelry has me screaming 2005. Which doesn't sound very outdated... but it is.  This isn't my proclamation for change either... I didn't turn around and buy the $60 sweater that's already has that trendy moth-eaten look.  I'll stay in my high school time capsule.

Also, the Forever 21 and the H&M in San Fran have maternity sections.  There's a joke somewhere in there about being a mother and dressing like a young adult... Completely irrelevant, yes, but entirely worth mentioning nonetheless.

First Post from the West Coast!

It's been three days since I landed in San Francisco.  I had never been to California and really had no idea what to expect.  I still don't really know what to expect... I spent the first few days just exploring.  Tomorrow Aaron (abiding by my code-name promise) and I are spending almost the entire day apartment hunting all over the city.  We have about ten places lined up and I can't help but have really high hopes that we're going to find a place. To be honest, I have high hopes that we're going to find an insanely affordable all-inclusive newly remodeled two bedroom in the center of the city that's big enough to start hosting dance classes but.. I'm not very realistic.  Right now we're staying in a room within a family's home and don't have much personal space. 

It's nerve-racking and maybe in some people's opinions plain stupid to commit to an apartment without a job.  But it's kind of a chicken and the egg dilemma; it's hard to find a job without a space to spread out, too.  So I'm taking the risk and hoping one will closely follow the other.  I have an interview Monday at a high-end seafood restaurant-- I know I didn't move across the country for a waitress job, but it's a start--so... fingers crossed!  This would be a far more interesting post if I had pictures to accompany it but... the camera was one of the casualties in the stolen purse trauma, so blame the Dorchester thief for that downfall.  

I'll have way better, way more exciting news next time...