Well, after much deliberation, I have decided that it's time to move out of San Francisco. I love it here, but I can't afford to live here until I'm secured with a new salaried gig. Doing independent consulting makes ends meet, but I'm way too stressed out by the constant hustle. I have learned a lot about myself in these past few months. I'm not a salesman by nature. I'm a dreamer. I'm an 'idea guy.' I'm a workhorse. I'm an executor. I'm a facilitator. ...but I'm not a seller.
I have 2 days of packing left before 'Phase 1'...and Phase 2 will be done later in the month with a Uhaul. Phase 3 is misc clean-up. The landlady is going to start showing my apartment after the 15th...by then my entire existence will be confined to a laptop, a lamp, a few books, a bowl, a pan, and hygiene products. No TV or home theater, so if I want entertainment, I'll have to play WoW or LOTRO.
It'll be funny when people come in to look at the place. I developed a look I like to call 'Crackhouse Chic.'
My social life is a bit slow. Since my roommate moved out, I've lived in complete isolation, aside from the occasional 5am trip to Walgreen's to pick up supplies. I'm a hermit by nature and when I don't have friends around to draw me out, I naturally just shut myself off from the outside world. When I was working, I got all the social stuff out of my system, so coming home was a relief. Now it feels like a prison, but I don't have the desire or financial means to change it. Nothing like meeting the girl of my dreams in a bar and having to admit that I'm out of work.
Speaking of that, I've had to let my dreamgirl go. I don't know what happened. She just up and decided that I was too intense for her. We literally went from BFF's to her not even wanting to speak to me overnight. She blames herself, but I'm mature enough to know 'it takes two to Tango.' It still doesn't make sense or hurt any less.
WTF/E...
I have 2 days of packing left before 'Phase 1'...and Phase 2 will be done later in the month with a Uhaul. Phase 3 is misc clean-up. The landlady is going to start showing my apartment after the 15th...by then my entire existence will be confined to a laptop, a lamp, a few books, a bowl, a pan, and hygiene products. No TV or home theater, so if I want entertainment, I'll have to play WoW or LOTRO.
It'll be funny when people come in to look at the place. I developed a look I like to call 'Crackhouse Chic.'
My social life is a bit slow. Since my roommate moved out, I've lived in complete isolation, aside from the occasional 5am trip to Walgreen's to pick up supplies. I'm a hermit by nature and when I don't have friends around to draw me out, I naturally just shut myself off from the outside world. When I was working, I got all the social stuff out of my system, so coming home was a relief. Now it feels like a prison, but I don't have the desire or financial means to change it. Nothing like meeting the girl of my dreams in a bar and having to admit that I'm out of work.
Speaking of that, I've had to let my dreamgirl go. I don't know what happened. She just up and decided that I was too intense for her. We literally went from BFF's to her not even wanting to speak to me overnight. She blames herself, but I'm mature enough to know 'it takes two to Tango.' It still doesn't make sense or hurt any less.
WTF/E...