A good friend speaks of the “curb of the unknown”. You reach the edge, about to step off, but since it is unknown you don’t quite realize it is merely a curb. Well, stepping off the curb was not the problem. It’s the standing in the middle of the street, waiting for the stability bus – all the while tempted to hail the desperation taxi. I’ve hailed those taxis before, which always lead to some crazy crack-den temp agencies where I’ve ended up working for pimps. Don’t want to whore myself out if I can help it, but eventually I’ll have to help out my sugar daddy.
Back to the job hunt. Anyone willing to hire a slightly batty writer with a love of video editing and tea? Please don't let me go back to the streets!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
The move is complete, and my computer connection restored.
Tomorrow I will change over my lisence and registration.
I reside in Baltimore MD. They call it Charm City and the Land of Pleasant Living. So far, I am finding both to be true. My neighborhood is a fantastic mix of city and suburban living, with friendly enough people. My home is comfortable, outside of a mystery scent on the second floor that we have somewhat masked and fear finding the source.
We have a dishwasher and garbage disposal. The washer and dryer kick ass. Best is that my sweety is doing far less traveling so far, and I see him all the time.
I am very very happy.