Everything is different...nothing is the same...life has a way of doing that. I am still in San Diego, still making plans, feeling a bit static. Tamara came back to me only to leave again after a short period of time. She made her way to Slab City today, in the desert of California and I stayed back. A few days ago me and Tamara went down to the dock in San Diego trying to maybe get a job on a boat. We found a willing captain, but he could only take 1 of us and he is planning to be gone for 4 months which didn't work for Tamara's timeline, she has to be back in Canada in a month. So, Capt. Mike said he would be meeting with his partners to discuss trip arrangements and then he would get back to me about working on the boat. Several days have passed with no word yet, but here I am, still in San Diego, feeling a bit stuck. The boat would be fishing for Tuna in the south pacific, making port in Tahiti after 4 months at sea. What a chance...what an adventure, but something is telling me it's not going to work out which makes me a little sad, but that just leaves the door open, WAY OPEN, for something else. I spent several days applying for jobs all over the country at ski resorts, Northern Cali, Colorado, New Mexico, Vermont, Massachusetts, New Hampshire...so we'll see I suppose. I have a phone interview with a resort in Vail on Thursday. Biding my time until then and trying to stay as sparse as I can in SD so Shaina and Ali can live life uninterrupted.
I am toying (actually more than toying) with the idea of flying home to MPLS, seeing my family and friend, packing my car up and driving out to Vermont. My friend Jo lives out there and has offered to put a sister up for while, I have been applying for jobs at ski resorts out there. Plus on my drive out I could see my dad's side of the family, everyone is out there right now because my grandfather just passed away. I am sadly unable to make it to the funeral due to timing and money, which they all understand, but I want to see them as soon as I can. Rest in Peace Grandpa...that's life in a putty knife factory. I guess the next few days will determine my life in the near future...no boat...I fly home and move out east, that's just the way life is now, and I like it. I'm excited at the prospect of seeing my mom and friends and family and Sarah...sweet Sarah. I just need to figure out my life quick before I'm penny-less and jobless and trapped in SoCal.
My plan to move to San Fran has been put on the burner because I don't have enough money to get myself there, get an apartment, and keep myself afloat while I find a job, but as soon as I do find some $$ I'll be headed that way.
The adventure continues....stay tuned. Here's some picture as of late.
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| Alyssa, our Thanksgiving host and the vegetarian spread...so nice |
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| While out at the gay bar Tamara managed to get hit on by the one straight guy |
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| Me and Ali in cove while hiking...apparently it's hilarious |
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| Me on the boat, Janice, that I still might work on |
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| The gang is back together...one night only |
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| Maggie and her new kelp friend |
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| Goodbye friend...I'll miss you! |
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| Actin' a fool |
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| Of course she did. |
That's what I got for you this time around...check back for what's next
