What I said was about a month or so... what really happened was a strange series of events that included moving into a new apartment, flying to Maine for a job interview, being offered a different job here in Philadelphia, not actually ever finishing that puzzle, and most importantly, becoming a cat parent.
This blog post comes to you in four parts...
1. The new apartment: When we last corresponded I was seeking out any excuse to avoid packing my worldly possessions into boxes and carting them around the corner to my first ever very own apartment. Since then I have settled in and even decorated. Without beating around the bush at all, it is the best experience of my life. Once I got over the occasional unidentified bump in the night, I quickly learned how amazing living on your own is. Working in customer service means that most days once I leave work I don't want to have to speak to anyone... at all. I can decorate how I like without having to check with anyone first, my crafts can take over the living room floor without worrying about being in anyone's way, plus I don't have to wear pants... like ever.
2. The never-ending ups and downs of my job hunt: Closing in on a year since graduation with no relevant employment opportunities did wonders for my self worth and anxiety levels. After a particularly difficult day at my current job, I desperately submitted an application to an art museum in Middle-of-Nowhere-Maine. Shockingly, they responded several weeks later to set up a Skype interview. After a 15 minute conversation I thought "Oh they seem so nice... too bad I won't be hearing from them again..." and a few hours later they contacted me to schedule a day long interview at their museum. Long story short: They flew me to Maine, every local I spoke to told me their town sucked, but the museum and job itself seemed so insanely perfect, several more weeks went by, I didn't get the job. Thus began my search for a cat.
3. The best thing in my life right now: As soon as I learned of yet another failed attempt at employment, my pursuit of cat adoption kicked into high gear. A friend who fosters kittens hooked me up through some shady back alley situation in which I sent money to a stranger so I could receive a pick up location. I then went under the cover of darkness in the rain to collect what was hopefully a healthy and happy kitten and not just a head of cabbage wrapped in a towel and stuffed in a cat carrier. As you can see, it turned out fine... his name is Wallace. He's the best.
4. The daily grind of today: In the midst of all this I was offered a job as an educator with a local museum, which is awesome and I love it, but it's only 20 hours a week so I now work seven days a week including two 12 hour days just to keep my health insurance. In conclusion, I was unable to make it back to you within a month because I no longer have the small semblance of a life I used to have. Any free time I now have is spent asleep...
The plan going forward is to update as frequently as possible as opposed to twice a week/not at all and start meditating or something because I don't know how long this lifestyle will be sustainable... Time will tell.