So What Now?

Life goes on

Uneventfully.

And that is the basis for this discussion with no one but myself. My life is going on. I'm doing a better job of paying bills than I have recently, and hope to continue this trend. I'm working, making do, and for the foreseeable future have a job. So what now? How do I grow Mr. David S.? Hypothetically my time spent working is opening possibilities towards a new career, so why doesn't it feel like it?

My job is easy. I'm learning a lot, to be sure. I'm doing better, and improving and trying to succeed. So that's a good thing. But how am I going to make that step up? I've only been working here three weeks, so I assume it's something I shouldn't be worrying about. I should be worrying about just doing my job well, and not goofing around at work.

Well, that's enough about work, what about outside? I have made some friends with people I work with. Turns out we have similar interests, but it certainly isn't the crowd I got used to at the restaurant. I guess the service industry is its own breed of stupid, and I came to enjoy it. The group of familiar, regular but still nebulous drinking buddies was entertaining, and something I hope to find down here. I feel that group of people really helped me a lot to open up, and strangely now that I don't have them I'm feeling a little more closed in, a little more reclusive. I used to be louder and more boisterous, but I'm not as much.

But it's been three weeks. In all reality I'm probably just feeling a tiny bit homesick. I'll find something to do, somewhere to volunteer, some hobby to have. The Austin Chronicle is a seemingly endless list of places to go and crap to do. I guess I just have to get used to going out by myself. I have some people to go, but no one I'm terribly comfortable with at the moment. Oh well, those people are out there and I'll meet them. I guess for now I just need to make sure my head stays screwed on, my pocketbook stays closed tight and my bills get paid. I can worry about getting drunk and meeting strangers later. I know I won't feel so forlorn forever, I'll snap out after this bout of homesickness and kick the city in the metaphorical groin and enjoy myself.

Until I force myself to write again, I bid adieu