Adaptation

Excitement is a strange thing.  In the past month and a half I have road-tripped across America, traveled out of the country, quit 2 jobs, packed my entire apartment, moved upstate, started a new job and began a Facebook account.  Although the last one mentioned appears to be trivial, I have spent the past 5 years boycotting it, so, in that respect, it is very exciting.  Berkeley is amazing.  The city is beautiful.  The people are kind and tolerant and interesting.  And we have an unbelievable apartment.  I love it here, Hunter and I fell right into the groove of a new city.  I was able to find a job within an hour of searching.  It's another waitressing gig but the people are nice and it pays well, in fact, they offer paid vacations and insurance, so I'm pretty happy with it.

Change, even the best kind, is still difficult.  I find myself fighting bouts of depression, but I guess that comes with the territory.  I find myself feeling jumbled and scattered.  Sometimes making simple decisions seem excessively overwhelming and I fall in and out of different stages of worry over random things.  I have to remind myself that it's normal and try not to over think everything the way I so often do.  Hunter has been a little difficult.  He hates doing work around the apartment.  Hanging a headboard or setting up a shelf is enough to throw him over the edge, every time he struggles with a measurement he starts swearing and has to go for a walk..  For the past week we have been living on the corner of Cordial and Fuck Off.  Not to mention I don't like living in a mess.  The place is definitely coming along, We have all the important things unpacked and there is finally room to live.  It's mostly hanging decor now and purchasing a few more things here and there.  But I still have a hard time relaxing and enjoying our new home/city when there are boxes that still need unpacking.  I tend to want to put everything on hold until the place is complete, while Hunter tends to want to say, "screw the place" and go have fun.  Unfortunately, I need someone to hold wall art up for me to determine where it should go and I still don't know how to use an anchor. 

All in all, we are happy.  My escape from L.A. has been nearly effortless.  Sometimes I wonder how I lasted 3 whole years there.  When we were taking the 7 hour drive up here from Long Beach I honestly felt like I couldn't get enough distance between myself and Southern California fast enough.  

So, here we are. . .