It turns out that as much as it sucked to leave I was actually made for this city. Last night while out on the town I got my ass kicked back to reality. I came to the city to find my perfect job and be the perfect me. Turns out it’ll take years for that to happen but along the way I’ll meet great people who have great advice. For instance, fabulous bar manager of Mackey’s is a law grad she came to the city to be the big lady on the hill. Well turns out she fell in love with the bar she tended. She told me not to get my hopes up for the perfect job just yet. I have to get out and mingle, meeting people is the way to a job around here. She said I would start at the bottom but then I would get the job offer that changed my life. The starting at the bottom is what I don’t want to do but I guess since everyone else has to do it I might as well join the crowd.

The city is gorgeous at night and I’m so glad I don’t have a car. City driving is not for me… not yet anyway. I thought March would be too far away but so far (it’s only been 4 days) I’m not too upset that I don’t have one.

The house is coming together nicely although our homeowners association is not the best at welcoming new comers. We’ve already been reprimanded about our door color. It was that color when we moved in. But I love it! Matches our living room walls.

I’m just waiting for a free day to go furniture shopping. I’m not a big fan of air mattresses but it’s been working so far. Just want some place to put my clothes.