So I’ve been in California for about two weeks now and have already been having too much fun. I’ve been working a lot at The Restaurant, met some great people (stunt people no less) at the BBQ my roommate hosted, have already been asked out and gone on an all day long date with The Terminator, and have been making some good friends!
Last night, I encouraged a small group of us from work to go out to an English Pub after work. I was happy to find them very willing and excited to go. I felt pretty proud of myself, considering I’m the newbie, but I was the one asking people to come out for a good time. Unfortunately, my roommates are always so busy and gone all the time that I haven’t been able to get close to them yet.
However, The Terminator, who is close with my roommates, had inspired the idea of a game night for tomorrow. I’m very excited for this because I haven’t been able to really hang out with my roommates yet.
I’ve also made a very good friend at work. Her name is Anne (Anne with an E, lol) and she and I clicked right away. In fact, we clicked so easily and fast it was kind of shocking. She wants to take me around the area and show me what’s cool here. Yay! 🙂
What’s funny is that I am not the least bit homesick. I’ve never felt so comfortable in a place before, even though everything is still so new. Last night, a guy was overwhelming me with tons of questions about why I had moved here.
He asked, “Did I come out here alone?”
I said, “Yes.” I keep wondering why that’s such a big deal, moving alone. It seems for some people a strange thing, unless you’re moving for school. I also said that I wanted a change of scenery.
Then, Corey (that’s his name) said, “Now, I have to know and this may sound really personal, but…are you running away from something in Arizona?”
I stared at him for a second, and for the strangest reason—I don’t know if it was the way he said it—but I felt extremely exposed.
Corey smiled because my second of a hesitation gave me away completely. He said, “You running from some crazy ex-boyfriend, family member, or something?”
I laughed this time. Not exactly, I thought.
One of the rules I made for myself before moving out to California was to not mention or talk about “the past” if it was a bad memory.
California is my fresh start, where nothing and no one is related or connected to anything negative. For some reason, it’s a huge comfort to know that I left everything that was bad behind in another state. Feels as if nothing bad ever happened in the first place. And that is a great thing! The chance to have a new beginning is a chance worth taking.
So, all in all, it’s been a great week!
2 thoughts on “Two weeks aren’t so bad after all…”
I think your decision to let the past stay in the past is a great one. Even when Corey was pushing you on this, best to leave it alone. A lesson for all of us.
I agree. Not everyone needs to know certain things we’d rather let fade away.