Return to The Holy City

I haven't blogged in about a month, but the past month has been incredibly busy. Much has happened, so I'll catch anyone not in the loop up to speed.

A couple of months ago I got absolutely fed up with life in Reevesville, and I decided to do something about it. After the incredibly fortuitous offer of a FROG from a friend of a friend, I realized that I had no more excuses and put in a month's notice at my place of employment. I would be out of Reevesville by year's end! That was November 23.

The following month was a nerve-wracking experience in limbo. Neither working or unemployed. Preparing for a move, yet not able to enact it. It felt as though I were at the edge of a ledge, with one foot dangling out over an inky-black chasm, preparing for a leap of faith. On New Year's Eve I jumped.

Stacy and I drove Michael's (the new roommate) truck to Reevesville and picked up the bulk of my furniture. Before midnight I had moved, but even today I'm in freefall. The question of work rears it's ugly head. In times past I would have been reluctant to bother with it. I would have hoped for things to just work out on their own, or simply avoided the topic entirely through reality denying hobbies. I'm so happy to have learned at least a little.

I've since had a few days to get settled in, and can now begin the real work of finding work. It's frightening stuff, but I'm confident I can find something quickly. My former boss has promised to write me a letter of recommendation, and I'd like to stick with the hotel industry. The contradictory nature of inns appeals to me. They are neither home or destination. Both incredibly public and incredibly private. The tenants are at once secured by their own anonymity, and rendered vulnerable by it. I find the limbo-like nature of the business interesting in the extreme.

Despite my interest, I'm not dead-set on it. I'm not stubborn enough to insist on hotels or bust. That is folly. There will be time to get back to what I want. Now is a time to take care of necessity. Speed is of the essence. Better an ill-fit today than a perfect fit far too late.

Until next time,
Douglas.