Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Limbo

Sorry it has been so long. I have resisted posting anything for the last little while, not because there isn't anything to say, but because my emotions have been so up and down, there hasn't been anything worthwhile to say. I have started many a blog post bent on self-revelation and the egocentric ravings of a frightened girl in transition. I can't post any of that. Ultimately, it doesn't mean anything in. All the insecurities I feel about leaving the place of my birth--perhaps forever--my friends, my job... The insecurity is real, but it doesn't matter in the long term. A new place will come to feel like home. I will meet new friends--not to replace existing friends, but to add to them. I will get a new job, and I will probably love it.

Oh, did I forget to mention? We're moving to Las Vegas in less than a month. Yes, you read correctly. Nevada. In June, which, while not quite as infernally hot as July, I think we can all agree that the difference between 105 and 110 degrees is irrelevant. It's all hot.

In the meantime, we have had to move out of our lovely apartment and into my parents' basement until we make the big move. I'm not going to be disingenuous and talk about how hard it is, blah blah blah... because I love it. I love it, because we are eating well, we are living with less (almost all of our earthly possessions are packed into a storage unit), and we are spending valuable time with family. I also love it because it is temporary.

I have also been writing more. I'm writing a novel that has been in progress since I started with one scene over ten years ago. It's hard not to think I will forever remain amonst the ranks of The Unpublished. But when I let the odds get me down I just remember that J.K. Rowling wrote the beginning of Harry Potter on a napkin in a coffee shop. Besides, my end-goal is not fame and fortune--though that would be nice--but to write a complete, cohesive story.

In other news, I received my first job rejection the other day via post-card. It said I was not selected to interview for the position I applied for. Oh well. At least I know that they received the application in the first place. Plus, the box next to "You did not meet the minimum qualifications" on the postcard was not checked, so I know that I can get a similar job. It was probably very competitive and they didn't want to interview someone from out of state. But I'm moving to Nevada, people! ISN'T IT ENOUGH THAT I WILL BE LIVING IN YOUR GODFORSAKEN STATE IN LESS THAN A MONTH? Le sigh. I just finished filling out another application and will be mailing that in today. So we press on.


4 comments:

Daniel said...

I am afraid I do not agree: the difference between 105 and 110 degrees is enormous, especially when you are trying to grow accustomed to 115 degrees. At that point, 105 degrees feels downright cool.

Erin M. said...

Haha! Touche, Daniel.

Unknown said...

how fun to spend time at home with family. i'm sure you will look back in a month and think, "where is dinner? and why is everything so brown and ugly?!"

i'm excited to hear about your transition to henderson. its pretty nice. and lets face it, you are WAY closer to disneyland now and that is a HUGE plus!

good luck on job apps. it seems that the application/interview rate for myself and many others is 1-2/100 on cold interviews. slightly demoralizing but not impossible!

Anonymous said...

Pear! Change IS hard, but it's also super great. I remember how scared/nervous John was when we first moved to California. I asked him why since he'd already been on a mission and he said, Well, a mission isn't real life . . . you don't expect to do anything but work. But moving IS real and I don't know what to expect.

Well, we've done it . . . and I'll tell you what to expect: A few months of difficult adjustment where you just really really miss your family and friends and then, at some point, things start shifting and you miss less and enjoy more and then at one point, you realize that home isn't Utah, it's Nevada. And then . . . you'll probably move again :). NO really, the best part of our moving was that we really became a family . . . and that's worth all the blah of moving any day.

Transition

Nobody blogs anymore, and nobody reads blogs anymore, so I suppose here is as good a place as any to empty the contents of my bruised heart....