Am Coming Back To California

After nearly seven months away, I will be returning to the land of In-n-out, CAMB, and wonderful sunshine, commonly known as California. My mom suggested that I head back earlier than planned in the hopes that actually being in the same state as the jobs I'm applying to will make it easier to land one. And that idea looks promising as I am supposed to have an in-person interview with a company in Berkeley once I get back (fingers crossed that it goes well!).

So, as most things in life, this adventure is due to come full circle and I will be right back where I started from. It's a nice feeling and I think that actually returning to Davis first thing is going to be good emotionally, to bring a close to my college career and whatnot.

Lately, I've been spending about seven hours a day online, searching, finding and applying to jobs. With any luck, I'll be hired somewhere by the end of August.

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I started this blog to catalog my adventures after I finished classes. I suppose, really, that adventures never really end because, well, life is an adventure all its own, but I've been thinking about ending this blog or at least drastically changing it. I really want to write about politics (and join the myriad of blogs about cooking) but I haven't quite figured out if they would be together or separate and all the logistics, so we'll see. But fair warning to anyone who reads this, I probably won't be posting much on here for a while.

Found Some Old Letters

So, I'm back in Atlanta, temporarily living with my mom and step-dad again until I find a job. I've been here a week now, during which I found and applied to what felt like a billion and one jobs, mostly in California because I really really want to be back on the West Coast, at the very least. Yesterday, I was feeling really bored and just wanted to make something with my hands. I get that urge every now and then, unfortunately, generally when I'm broke and don't have any supplies just laying around. I went digging around in my mom's craft supplies and happened upon a box with some old letters in it. Some of those letters were from my dad.

My parents met their junior year of college and started dating pretty soon afterwards, I think. My dad graduated a bit before my mom did and left Illinois for a job in California knowing that she would soon follow him out there. Apparently, he wrote her a few letters. The ones I saw were all from 1982, about five years before I was born, so that must have been a little before they got married. They would've been married almost 30 years now, if they hadn't got divorced. That's just mind-boggling to me. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if they hadn't.

Mom is trying to convince me to live out here for a while. To look for jobs near Atlanta. I have to say, the idea, in itself, makes a lot of sense. It is significantly cheaper to live over here. With a decently paying job, I could probably own a condo in about three years, comfortably. And that's a nice thought. But I've already been away for too long in my book and at the moment I'm too broke to buy a ticket back to California.