so, today i started my first day on the job. yes, i am back in advertising, working for a small boutique shop as their project manager. i even have a meeting with nordstrom tomorrow. i heart nordstrom. and my new job is pretty heart-worthy, as well.
i guess part of my enthusiasm can be attributed to the fact that i am back on the caffeine. which explains how i can work my first full day in two years, go directly to the gym, go food shopping and make dinner without the slightest bit of fatigue. or complaining. for today i am wonder woman.
i have even found time to bug rob to ice his arm, which he injured almost a week ago, only to re-injure again today. its black and blue and sad looking. it looks like i felt before i finally landed this sweet little job and healed and became a real human being again.
i spend a lot of time analyzing our experience in seattle to date.
since i have been in this new place, i am much more aware of what is going on around me. words to songs are much more profound. such as “everything looks perfect from far away,” from the garden state soundtrack. it reminds me of my state of mind when we decided to move here. i am too lazy to get up right now and look who sings that particular tune. thankless job, songwriting is.
i miss solid friendships i worked so hard to develop. i miss really good sushi. and celebrity sightings. but i think that is all i miss so far about los angeles. but i miss them profoundly. seriously, i think about sushi all the time.
occasionally, rob indulges my inherently female need to analyze any and everything that does or doesn’t happen to us. but while my vocalizations sound more like a litany of grievances, rob comes up with poetry such as “i feel like a ghost” when we are sitting in a crowded seattle restaurant. words like this i meditate on for days. heavy and beautiful and sad, our current lives all wrapped up in five simple words.
some things i first found refreshing about seattle now bum me out. i used to think it was “so great” that people weren’t constantly checking each other out to see if they were wearing something covetable, like they do in plastic la. but i suppose i am one of those plastic la people, and now i find it sad that no one notices my supercool new shoes that are so different from their stupid birkenstocks. its part of the whole “ghost” thing. and for me, its no fun being a ghost. especially one that no one is afraid of. boo.
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