To be quite honest, I refrain from blogging mostly because I find myself talking about myself, or my interests and I worry that sometimes they might not appeal to my audience. However, after much reflection, I’ve decided to do it anyway. As an introvert with anxiety and depression, it’s easier for me to speak here than to a person in the flesh. I hope that’s cool?
I started this year cold, confused and awkwardly optimistic in San Francisco. I had found solace and warmth in the Cat Club of Soma. You could find me there at least three nights a week, most likely at the back bar. I had a place in the world, and it was magical and special. I had a new job, my roommate was the most amazing one you could ever hope to have (mostly because she is my soul-mate) and I was more than content with my life. Somewhat.
Around the beginning of summer I started to get restless. What did I want? What was my next challenge? And could I afford to really change anything while living in San Francisco? I love that City with all my heart, and a part of me will never leave that city though my body may. However, it was ridiculously expensive and once you had found your stride in the lifestyle that could afford to live there, you were pretty much stuck. I couldn’t afford to move anywhere since the rates were tripling before my eyes and my landlord was really putting the pressure on me to GTFO. I was panicked and stressed, and then I lost my job.
I would like to state for the record, I had done nothing wrong to lose my job. That’s my ego checking in. But honestly, I had no write-ups, no formal or informal warnings, no one ever said I needed to improve or do something differently or better. So I was shocked to be let go. I had worked for a prestigious company for several years prior and never once came close to losing my job, so this was a shock. I’m assuming it was my eccentricities that unsettled the very low-diversity establishment.
I had no idea what to do next, but then I kind of did. I had planned to move back to Southern California by January of 2015. This was the push to do it sooner. So I did. And before I did, I decided this was the time to start a new career. In October of 2014, just a month after moving back down the coast, I started Cosmetology school: Now I would become a licensed professional. Hooray! Though I do miss the fashion industry, I know in the future I will be able to merge both into a flourishing career. Or not. But whatever. I’ll be fine.
So by the end of my year I’ve moved 600 miles away, became a full-time student, and routinely (and I mean, like a routine. Like all the time) visit Disneyland Parks. I miss San Francisco so deeply, but going to Cosmetology School out there was a joke. It was more affordable in Orange County. And I can always move back, though I would miss the Disneyland churros all over again.
As for the year ahead, I want to graduate with straight A’s and get my license quickly after. Then, I’m not sure. I’d like to keep taking classes, learning new things, work on this site more, maybe learn CSS coding so this looks less like a template (it is)! And play more South Park: The Stick of Truth video game, though I’ve already put in 24 hours in a mere three days.