It's summer, if you hadn't noticed yet. The heat is amazing. The prospect of a vacation, doubly so. And as summer buds I'm working on becoming less down about this whole boomerang situation, it is hard though, a year and a half later, the other boomerangs are all flocking back to school to get higher and higher degrees and I'm trying to pay my minimal rent from my two jobs wondering where I went wrong.
But I didn't, so that thought is banished and hope springs anew. This week has been full of a tiny bit of social promise and a social life is half the battle with this boomerang thing, that and it's kind of like networking which, if I'm being honest, I'm not entirely sure I have a grip on. I'm running screaming from my second job this week, I'm tired and this week I have three (yes, three!) events.
Two are wedding related, one actually being a wedding, and the third is a concert, and I do love concerts. And in the whirlwind of my new found summer social life I got a call, just an old roomy throwing out the idea that we perhaps make a move in the fall. And though it is just throwing it into the universe it is an excellent idea, one that gives me renewed hope and panic, but in a good way.
When I went to college the one thing I learned about myself that kind of surprised me is that I love change, I love moving and discovering new places. I've spent the majority of my current 23 years in the same town that I am writing from at this very moment. And there are tons of awesome people here and even a few nice things but nothing has changed enough to keep this place alive for me.
So renewed hope don't let me down this time. Get me out of here and back into the real world if only for a little while.
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