Over the past three years, I've been in various places: the south suburbs of Illinois; northern Illinois just by Iowa; Denver, Colorado; Bemidji, Minnesota; and more recently, Barcelona, Spain.
In the last week of October, I had no idea where I would be living: would I go more to Ohio with my parents? Try to stay in the south suburbs of Chicago or move to the city? Or would I try to live in Denver with my sister? The answer: none of the above.
I got hired on the fly and was asked to move to the Twin Cities. I'm living in St. Paul, learning, exploring it, and coming to really like it here. I imagine I'll go to other parts of the world sooner or later. Imagine me on a plane, on a bus, or a hippie van if you will. This is one rooted writer waiting in transition for the next part of her life.
Today, my zulily copywriting exercise was rejected. After the high of getting a small piece published a few months ago, this was admittedly a downer. I felt that if I could not even write to sell a product, was I really that much of a writer? Granted I was not bouncing with enthusiasm at the project, but it made me smile for a little while doing the exercise, thinking this is it. It felt a bit…
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Why hello Tumblr! First off, I want to recognize how things have been for me since I’ve moved to Minnesota, how the move was not what I expected, and how this has sparked the plethora of changes I’ve been making since April as a result.
1. October 2012: I’d been unemployed for three months except for a brief Spanish translation gig that filled up the last two weeks of this time. This, after a major let down with my temp position at the Tribune. My time was up there, responsibilities stripped, and they ended up hiring another girl. My parents were about to move, we were doing a lot of house showings which was causing my cat a lot of anxiety, and I had no idea where I was going to live. My parents were going to Ohio, so I would either have to find a job in Chicago to stay, go with them to Ohio, live in Denver with my sister, ,or find a job that would allow me to live on my own in any state. On top of this I had a promising interview with a place in St. Paul, MN but they kept asking if I was still interested for a couple months without making an offer.
After three months of applying madly to different states, all my interview offers came within the second to last week before deciding whether to go to Ohio with my parents, or go with my sister after that once her house was signed for and ready. A life saving call came two weeks before I was going to cave and live with my parents yet another year after graduation. The job prospect in Minnesota came through, and after two and a half months of patience I got the job! I booked a flight to MN for four days of apartment hunting, and within the last week I was slapping my things into a suitcase, filling out applications, and making moving arrangements. Dad was arranging his own move, so I was mostly on my own for this one.
2. Being on my own has sparked most of my endeavors. The Twin Cities have both impressed me on their cool locales (vintage stores, lots of fun bars and global markets), festivals and events, and just how difficult it is to really meet and make new friends. Most people here know each other from their whole lives, so while they are friendly it is incredibly hard to break into a social circle. I was very fortunate to make some friends through coworkers, and to meet Fatima, a great neighbor who introduced me to her circle of friends. My friend from college is about to leave to Armenia for two years to join Peace Corps, still traveling and learning in a way that I admire and miss.
Social Impact across the months:
-Nanowrimo. (November) My move in date was Halloween. In November, I acknowledged that I did not really have friends or a social life established, and I took full advantage. My obstacles were few: yes I was finding a new bank, setting up bills for the first time, getting and taking care of a new care, setting up the move and unpacking all my things. In short being a legit grown up for the first time. I also recognized however, that since it was only my first month on the job it would not be super demanding, and I had the Thanksgiving break buffer to create the opportune space for writing. So I did it, giving myself full permission not to make the word count if life became an obstacle. I went a few weeks without cleaning the apartment, unpacked in chunks, chugged coffee, and resorted to an energy drink on the second to last day. I went to my team lead’s happy hour for her last day at the company, knowing that I would probably not make the word count (50k) on time as a result. I still hustled. At five in the morning, December first, I officially finished my 50k word count, and Megabussed to Chicago the same day to go see Ray Lamontagne. I saw Chicago through a new set of eyes, and it was amazing: sixty degree weather, building rising above my vision, a large city to sprawl in and State street was suddenly amazing because I could walk from shop to shop instead of driving! And I went to the Chicago Theater for the first time. Success!
-Online Dating: (December) Muamuamua… My online dating experience was actually not entirely bad. After two years of not having success meeting anyone on OKC, I met three people within the span of a couple months. I was going to try this sooner, but really wanted to focus on Nano the month before (literally did not go out, and did not have a Thanksgiving celebration other than typing frantically into my laptop. Now it was time to date! Well…the first guy I dated was already a red flag since on the first day he already got mad I didn’t text him back during work, and was weird about my not calling him right away because I was at a dental appt. We were together 4-5 weeks. Pros: Someone who called me to fill in the lonely hours, someone to hang out with on Saturdays, seemed like a nice guy. Cons: Way too many texts and calls to check in on me that we were still hanging out, constantly concerned about time, delaying plans and then deciding he was on his way at the original time, expecting me to also do so and to drop all my plans. Dealbreaker: I liked him a little but not enough, and finally realized I had to break up with him because I wasn’t feeling it any more. Kind of sad because he had actually wanted to be serious.
Travel: four states in one month! Start point was St. Paul, my new home, and bussing it over to Chicago since I had bought the concert tickets before I knew where I was going to live! I had also booked a flight to Denver for Christmas vacation, to make up for not going anywhere on Thanksgiving (kind of broke from moving expenses, etc.). And theeen my work surprised me by booking me a flight to Miami for training! How exciting is that? I’d never been to FL before :)
Oh heeey I guess I’ll end this post for 2012. Up next: 2013
maybe it’s time to get a little bit drunk and finish writing this short story? or maybe it’s just time to get a little bit drunk?
—I really like this, but I have to say I am in looove with writer’s notebooks and they give me inspiration at times, or a magic place where I can scrawl it in. Agree also that I write on my hands, my notebooks, or I save a text message draft when I lack a pen. I write on the the back of train tickets and receipts. Without any of those I repeat the same words over and over so that I can write my ideas down as soon as I have access.