In my most recent of a series of questionably good decisions - I have moved down to Orem, Utah. To those that know me the best, I hope you can control your laughing. To make this illogical move even better, I moved down here with no where to live and no where to work. I came down to live near a couple friends that will be plunging into the black abyss that most people call marriage.
Some side benefits appear to be that my siblings who live in this state are suddenly very social. Coming from a family in which we all love each other, support each other, and are loyal to each other, we are not particularly social when not in direct proximity to each other. I have one brother who has told me some of the biggest events in his life over text message. Which, for me, was fine; we really had nothing to talk about. He texts me "I'm getting married", I text him "congratulations". He texts me "We're having a baby", I text him "congratulations". Done and done my friends. Now though, I am in on birthdays, and holidays, and Sunday dinners. Something to get used to, but not something bad.
Now all I have to do is find a job. Finding a place to live turned out to be really very simple. After one day of my friend and I looking for places we decided that the apartments we had looked at in the middle of the day with the pools and hut tubs, and weight rooms, and no deposit and two months of free rent was the way to go. So, after two hours of unloading my car, by myself, up two flights of stairs, I had an empty car, and a messy apartment. But, no job.
I admit that I can to this town with a somewhat romanticized view of what would happen. I figured that coming down here like I did, I would find an apartment (which I did) and then maybe a few days later a job. Chalk it up to a few days of rest and relaxation. Well.. now having a week of rest and relaxation I am ready and willing to be right back out in that work force... 9 to 5 or otherwise.
But like I always say... it's always better when you wing it.
