It appears that I haven't updated my blog in a while, but that isn't exactly true. I've posted and then subsequently deleted two posts in the last week. This week I've posted nothing because the things that are on my mind and that I really want to talk about are not really appropriate for a live forum... sorta. It wouldn't be hard at all for anyone to figure out who I am because of the name of my blog. And if they did, and this somehow got back to my clients, well... all hell would break loose. I just can't risk that. So, after much contemplation of how to resolve this, I've decided that I am going to have to start a different blog with a name that could never, in a million years, be traced back to me. And since I can't seem to figure out how to customize the look of this site (livejournal apparently confuses me), I'm going to just get my own domain and start anew. I recently had to buy the whole Adobe Creative Suite for my job (I also do some *minor* design stuff) and now that I am getting a bit more savvy (ha!) with the programs I'm itching to build my own site. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this or not, but my husband is in art school and so he knows graphic stuff inside and out. Yah for me!
Speaking of my husband... He is in his final year of his undergrad so we will only be living in Michigan through next summer. This is his second art degree (we are ever the over achieving duo!) and then he will be off to grad school. Of course, I'll be going with him. So our time here is limited and then we are off for parts unknown. It's weird living in this strange kind of limbo. Since we moved here, I haven't really met too many people and have really only made one friend. Back home (why do I still refer to California as home? I'm not planning on ever moving back there!)... Back home, Bruno and I had a fairly large circle of friends that we saw almost every day. Both of us are past our days (or should I say nights) of tearing up the night clubs/raves/concerts/etc. in LA, but we had managed to settle into a nice comfortable life with our friends. Rather than painting the town red, we were much more happy to just paint a small corner of Orange red, and only between the hours of 7am and 10:30pm. Those were the hours of the coffee shop where our little microcosm existed. No matter what time it was, as long as that coffee shop was open you had a friend around to talk to. I loved it! I miss it terribly. Of course, you get sick of certain people and little dramas are always playing them selves out around you, but if you can manage to stay uninvolved in the bs, life is good. Since we moved to Michigan, Bruno and i have been on a quest to find *that place* that would feel like our coffee shop at home. Nearly 10 months of searching and we are still empty handed. I don't know why, but we just can't seem to find "our people".
How strange is it that I live in a state where I only know a handful of people and really haven't bonded with any of them? That's not exactly true... When we first moved here we lived in downtown Detroit and rented from a really nice guy. When things got too scary down there and we decided to flee to the suburbs, he set us up in his mother's upstairs flat in a nice, quiet, shady (in the tree sense only) neighborhood. His mom lives downstairs and just about everynight, we meet out in the backyard and commiserate. It's very enjoyable. Reminiscent of the coffee shop scene. Our landlord is twice my age, but can drink me under the table on any given night. That's not what I look for in a friend, but it does add to her allure. She has become my friend over the months that we have lived here, but she is more like a substitute mother than a bosom buddy. Not exactly the same. Her son (our previous landlord) visits often and we have since become friends with him- more so than when we lived in the same building downtown. I like him a lot and could see myself becoming better friends with him, but I don't know if that will happen
Why I'm thinking about all of this today, I don't know. I'm not sad at all. I'm almost resigned to the fact that Michigan didn't pan out for me and hopefully I'll have better luck in the next state that we move to. Our time left here is short (10 more months?) and I don't know what could change in that time. If I ever manage to get pregnant, perhaps I will meet people through parenting type classes or something. Or maybe not. Life is weird. At least I love the beauty of Michigan. If it weren't for the trees and the beautiful old homes, I would really hate this place. But I don't. I love it so much that I would stay if that were a possibility. I don't think that it is though, with grad school looming on the horizon, and frankly, I'm hoping that our next destination will be more our "scene".
I'm making no sense and talking in circles. But I am happy. Don't be confused. I am happy!
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