I have to say that I truly loved my college days in good ‘ol Provo - but I didn’t think I’d once again be living there. My decision hasn’t been finalized - and that in itself is driving me batty!!! So let me enlighten you and tell you a little about my life as of late.
After Christmas I had decided that I would go somewhere other than California for a little change of scenery. Having quit my job and undertaken the task of becoming an author...my days started to get boring and drab. Writing a book is a lot harder than I thought! I think I have adult A.D.D. because when I sit to write, 5 million ideas swarm me and little gets accomplished. But on I shall attempt.
Thinking that I might benefit from a writing class I decided I would take a class in New York, Salt Lake, or somewhere far from home. I wasn’t quite sure about anything actually. But Christmas came and went and I began to break out in hives thinking I might actually go through with leaving my new little condo all alone. But I told myself it was time.
I could hardly think about it. I started grinding my teeth at night I was getting so stressed. Unfortunately I didn’t loose any weight due to the anxiety -ahh well. I told myself that if I were to go somewhere like Utah I could just sort of check it out and if I didn’t like it I could easily drive home.
So a few days after New Year’s I packed 1 small suitcase full of clothes and drove to Utah. I pretty much lived out of my car for a while. I became the queen of sleep overs and was pretty impressed with my lack of a “high maintenance” attitude.
My plan was to check out the SLC scene. I enrolled in an English writing class at the U and excitedly documented my first day of school with my camera. I’ll admit I was quite nervous, and was thankful to Diane Canate for her support as I registered!
When my first class got out, I acknowledged that I didn’t know anyone and I walked to my car. “Now what?” I thought. And then I felt tears roll down my face. It was the first time in my life that I felt I had to make friends all on my own. What a nightmare! 27 years old - yet I felt like I was an 8th grader trying to find herself.
So pretty soon after that I was over it! And besides, the stupid creative writing class wanted me to read some nasty stuff to inspire me. No thanks! I’ll get my inspiration elsewhere.
So off to Provo I went...and the fun hasn’t stopped! Granted - I’m like the oldest person around. But people say I don’t look a day over 21. So most nights that’s what I claim.
I’m not really sure how long I’ll stay or exactly what will come next, but I’m trying to do all the things I’ve always wanted to do. I might try to rent out my place if I can find the “Perfect Renters” that will take good care of it. Pretty soon I’ll get myself another real job and join you all living the often dreary life of a career woman once again.
But this time around I’m looking for something that has some real purpose behind it. So until I find it...on I will play!
