a little post and an update

The first day of work has long since passed.
And no – it wasn’t as bad as I thought thankfully. Bad experiences, however, can’t help but cause one alarm once in a while and everyone is always bricking it on the first day.

Yesterday we had our first snow and the first flash of bitter cold that won’t compare to the true cold winter has to offer us for however long we stay in Wyoming. I think I could stay but I’d always be wondering what the sea was doing without me and if I was missing out, someplace else.  I can tell that Jack is ready to be home in Texas where the sun is always hot and everything is familiar, I don’t blame him. He’s a hot blooded creature and likes hot blooded places – though I find him quite at home in Denmark too. The man flourishes on burning plains not frozen ones. Having said that he’s a good egg and there’s nothing he can’t tackle . We both enjoy it here immensely, truly,  but there comes a time when the body starts yearning to be where your grave will be planted.
Without a doubt I can definitely relate to that dreadful pining for home though. That has hit me pretty hard lately, it has its moments and its ups and downs. It comes often and then hardly at all.  Such is life sadly. And it goes on — the harshest words in history. Life goes on. Oh what a terrible thing though you’re glad it does in some way.

The best way to describe how I am feeling  – I am tired of being foreign. It’s a fucking hard job to keep up. It’s work. Even going home to Denmark I’m foreign and that is a great pain to me. A heavy weight on my shoulders that already have mountains piled high.

This week I started drivers ed, which is as dull and time consuming as it sounds but it only feels as such due to the copious amounts of free time I now don’t have. I had to cancel all my hours at the antique shop which I really enjoyed, for the whole month because there’s not enough time in the day. Feeling much like a confined animal whose being poked at from all different angles, that’s me lately and I’m ever so tired. This is the realistic life of a traveler. It’s not all hot suns, sandaled feet and perfect pictures for posting. Its bloody noses, falling on ice and the most magical experiences that you don’t always have to share with someone else.

Starting over. New jobs. New places and faces and situations that might not be what you expected. October is already a very stressful month for me. I can’t relax because I want the driving over with because its 45 minutes to the class room, it interferes with my job and my evenings but that’s adulting. 14 hour days and very few hours of sleep. Quite so. And when it’s over I’ll find another blasted thing to bother me because such is the life of me. The class itself is fine – all three hours of it. I can drive alright but it’s the other cars I have an issue with, so.. take that for what it is.

I believe in making the most of everyday though. At work there can be a lot of time where there’s nothing to do, and instead of sitting there reading the comedy of errors that is the news or wasting away of on Facebook – I find free books to read and i always do writing exercises. Every day. For those of you who don’t know… reading is 50% writing and I do it to keep up my creativeness as much as possible and keep my soul from running the fuck away. I stumbled across some wonderful sailing novels that I thoroughly enjoyed and there also happened to be two novels by Jens Peter Jacobsen, a Danish man with a talent for modernism and brimful descriptions. It was well translated, that has to be said, but Danish books (and any foreign book in general) should always be read in their mother tongue. So much is lost in translation and words are changed entirely if there IS no translation.
Having said that, if you’re reading you’re already winning.

And finally…
Christmas is coming and we’ll be spending it in Denmark with all the family. I haven’t been able to spend Christmas at home for many many years now and Denmark is the best place on earth at Christmas time. Believe me.
This Christmas, though a few are missing from the table this year and from beneath it, will be special and annoying and full of laughter and a ridiculous amount of food for a single belly to muster. Really I have had a lot of great things taken care of within only 6 weeks and everything is well, however because I’m on the loopy side of depressive all I can focus on is getting the damn driving over with, so I can have my creative hours back in my every day. I’m sure some of you can relate. If you’re creative and you’re kept from your output – you’re a god damn disaster. A bomb walking around meanly ticking at good people.

Enjoy your Friday night and find the good in your day, 24 hours at a time.

i’m not dead — just dormant.

Finally — colder weather has bloomed in New England and i’m really excited for real sweater weather start. I like summer but it gets boring really quickly. Most of my clothes are for cold weather.
The stars are so much brighter when its cold, and i look forward to getting some really pretty astro-shots.
I know I’ve been really bad at blogging recently but so much has been going on and i have to have space for real life. Even when real life is a little crappy.
Isn’t it always the lay of the land — that as soon as one part of your life goes well another part turns to stone?

Thankfully though now everything is starting to settle down. I’ve started another new job — an office job that i actually enjoy. Considering i thought i’d feel like a caged animal in an office, i think its going well. Never say never.
I left the other new job after a week because it was the epitome of terrible. Working in the food industry usually is but i’ve never experienced insanity on this scale.
Lets just say i had a plate thrown at my head, i lost 5lbs in a week and i was given no training and basically working as a chef. I applied to be dishwasher because i just wanted some extra cash in my pocket. If i wanted to work in an insane asylum i would’ve booked myself into one. I’ve never worked a job that was so awful i had to leave after a week, its a little embarassing if it wasn’t so bat shit insane. However for my mind and my pride, i had to quit. Nothing is worth mental torture. No amount of money is worth my soul.

But as i said, its settling down. I’ve got a great new job, the one i was hoping to get out of the three i applied/interviewed for. I actually got all three jobs but obviously chose the one i wanted most and thank goodness it came along or who knows what would have happened.
Other than that i’m getting a lot of use out of my new camera — i’m hoping to get some time this week to post some of the photos i’ve taken but we will see and i’ve almost completed my first long “short story”/novel.

So things are moving forward.
At long last.