Finding my way
I've moved around the country for the last 10 years or so. Moving for work when the time came. Colorado, Indiana, Connecticut and now Texas. It's the life that I have chosen for myself and most of the time I love it. But that doesn't mean that it's easy.
Houston is probably the hardest I've had it so far. In spite of the fact that it's the largest city I've lived in, or maybe bc of that, it's been the hardest to adjust to, taken the longest to find friends in. I was talking to someone recently about the fact that once again I'm in a hermit-like state, not going out much, not doing much with other people and they told me that that was on me, I could change that. And it's true. I can change that. But it's not easy. It's so easy for other people to say that, but until they've moved to a new city where they know absolutely no one...don't judge me.
Colorado had an intern class and we lived in dorms, it was almost like college - instant friends. In Indy I had two jobs, twice the opportunity to meet people. NBC in Connecticut was huge, lots of people to meet. Here I work with 10 other people.
I know I need to put myself out there more, but have you met me? I'm not exactly an extrovert. And I know I've talked about this before. I'm not trying to sound like a broken record, but this has a pretty big impact on my life. I think about it all the time.
These last six-ish weeks have been rough on me. My eating has been erratic and sleep is hard to come by. Bonus - I've lost ten pounds. But who wants to lose the weight bc they can't stand to think about eating? I love food. When I do actually sleep, even it is only for an hour or two, I will wake up in a cold sweat. No idea why, I can never remember my dreams anymore and if you know me, you know I keep my apartment pretty cold. It was 67 yesterday morning when I got up. So there's that.
So much for not posting anything overly personal anymore.