It’s been awhile since I’ve lived in the city. Eleven years exact. Before I moved to Missouri, I was in Cleveland. Before that, Cebu City. I’ve forgotten about the noises – the huff of a truck, a honk from a distant train, an endless stream of cars rushing by. I have sacrificed the sweet gentle kindness of the Midwest to call a city at the foot of the mountains my new home.
I don’t have a job lined up for me like some privileged J-School legacy. I am being patient and adjusting to my new life. I will be waiting tables, a practice that has kept me alive for the past five years. Until I get my “J-School job,” I will write. So here I am.
Right before my move, I became sick so now I am sick and new in Denver. But instead of dwelling on the fact I am sick and so far away from home, I came up with pros and cons.
- I unpacked everything.
- I have Internet.
- My grocery store is a minute away.
- The cats seem to be happy (so I am happy).
- I met one neighbor so far.
- Ralph is cute.
- I have dope friends. Who cares about the friends you make in high school, your college friends are the most important.
- I don’t have a couch.
- … or kitchen table
- Every time I contact someone on Craigslist, their shit is already gone.
- I’m too poor for IKEA (but I’m gonna go anyway).
I’m going to make my first dinner in our new apartment tonight. Last night we went out for pad Thai, and it was a disappointing bust so hopefully this makes up for it.
Bye for now!