On Sunday, the month of September began, which hopefully most of the world realized. However, the following Wednesday marked my first 4 weeks of being back in the Pacific Northwest. It’s been an adjustment moving back in with my family of 6, but being back hasn’t been as terrifying or awful or even close to being bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it’s awesome.
Shortly after I watched my friend enter the security line at Sea-Tac, I left feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Was I going to be able to get a job? Who would hire me? How was I supposed to make friends? How was I supposed to meet people in general? And most importantly, what in the world am I going to do the rest of my life?
In order to put these questions at bay I went out and applied for jobs. For two days in a row I searched the help wanted ads, sifted through nwjobs.com, and handed my resume to any cafe and coffee shop within a 15 minute drive of my house. Still my time wasn’t being filled. I found myself sitting at home, unpacking and reorganizing. Trying to carve a space in my house again, since it was clear I’d be here longer than my parents, my siblings, or myself wanted. I did anything and everything to keep myself occupied and away from those questions.
I immediately reconnected with one of my best friends from high school. She frequented a local bar for their deals. The first night I was there it was surreal, there were far too many people I had recognized from high school, who clearly did not recognized me. Which I learned to be okay with. The girl that I was in high school is much different than the woman I’ve grown to be over the last four years. It was still weird to see old faces nonetheless. Since that first time though, I’ve gotten used to them. Sometimes, I laugh because they haven’t seemed to change. They’re still trying to live in “those days” and never really made the attempt to move on and grow up. I now have been back to the bar at least once or twice a week. And I love it. It’s a night out with friends, which for me is rare, these days.
I heard back from a few places about job offers right away. The first was a radio company who I started talking to back in the middle of July. I applied to be apart of their promotions team and their promotions coordinator told me to contact them in a couple weeks, they’d be hiring then. The second was a job at a coffee house. Which I thought I’d be excited for, but upon interviewing, then getting hired, and then working a shift I realized it wasn’t the place for me. I wasn’t meant to clean and close down every night, I was meant to interact with people. The second was a job for a temp agency. Again, I wasn’t too thrilled but it was work right? The third was a cafe close to my house. The interview lasted two minutes and she offered me the job on the spot. I’ve now worked there almost two weeks and have meshed extremely well with the staff and management team. And I love it there.
On Tuesday this week I had an interview with that radio company I mentioned earlier. Last week SHE contacted me, asking if I was still interested to send her a cover letter and resume. Of course I was, I nailed my interview and was offered the job before 9 a.m. the next morning. I had an out for the coffee shop I wasn’t happy at AND was employed at a respected radio company in the area. I’m about to get my foot in the door of Seattle’s entertainment business.
I also applied for three different internships with the 5th Avenue Theatre. A local, nationally respected, musical theatre company. Today I received an email from their Company Management team to schedule an interview the first week of October. I never thought I’d come close to qualifying for the company management internship… and now I’m scheduling and interview for it! I’m beyond set for jobs right now, even more set than I ever though possible after four weeks.
Did I mention it’s only been FOUR weeks since I’ve been back? FOUR WEEKS! And I haven’t even gotten to the part that has made me smile every single day for the last week and a half.
In hopes to meet people, I decided to give Ok Cupid a try. I made a profile, kept it short and simple but as honest as possible. Added real photos. I never thought I’d use it that often (cause I do that sort of thing, making profiles and then never using them). But I did it anyway. Some of the guys who messaged me caught my eye, others I could tell wanted one thing and one thing only. I was smart enough though to weed through and never hand out my number unless I really wanted to meet the guy.
I got this message one night from a guy who actually started a conversation with me, not the typical “hey whats up” or the long drawn out “I find you so interesting” sort of message. His line was “Hey I see you’ll try anything once…” (which he was right, that literally is stated in my profile) “Have you ever been skydiving? If not you should try it.” It caught my eye, Skydiving. I wonder what would happen if I said I had, and probably the same sequence of events.
I look at his profile, find out he’s a video game producer, Minnesota born and raised, moved to Seattle, about the same time I got back. Minnesota? I was even more interested. That first night we talked until 1:30 in the morning. By that time I was exhausted, worked early the next morning, but I knew I didn’t want things to end there. So I took a leap of faith and left him with my phone number saying we should grab drinks.
The next morning I woke up to a text from him and we talked every day since. On Monday we went out for the first time, and it was the best first date a girl could ask for. Never a lull in conversation and I never once felt uncomfortable around him. Within those few hours of meeting me for the first time he could tell without a doubt when my wheels were turning and I was starting to get scared. And he always stopped whatever we were doing and made me tell him what I was worrying about. He’s attractive, charming, nerdy, smart, kind, sweet, and makes me smile.
We’re seeing each other again on Sunday, and I can’t wait. In the past I never got my hopes up when it comes to relationships (DTRed or not, [and we are not in a relationship, we’re just seeing each other/hanging out whatever, I don’t foresee us DTRing for a little while]). But he makes me want to let go of the pain and hurt I’ve experienced over the years.
I want to love myself and believe in myself. I’m beginning to see that I am an awesome person and I have nothing to apologize for.
Maybe that’s partly from meeting him but it could also be my career skyrocketing from the start. Sure, I live with my parents who got to sleep by 9 p.m., my sister who’s the queen varsity soccer player, my brother who’s the baby. (and my other brother who’ll be going back to college at the end of the month). But my career is starting off without a hitch, my friends care about me, and my love life isn’t horrid.
Did I mention I’ve only been back for four weeks? Life awesome and I cannot wait to see where it goes.