I’m way behind on life updates, but here’s the short of it: I’m a month into living on my friends’ couch in L.A. and looking for a permanent residence, hopefully less than an hour’s bus ride away from my new job. I don’t start working until Monday (10/7), so I have been spending the time between accepting the position and that future date getting things together for work, apartment-hunting, writing, grocery shopping, and being good to the friends around me.
My face-to-face and over the phone interactions have improved. I wouldn’t say that my digital interface has declined so much as it is… going through a change. I publish less work into the world here, but more of it is original. I am proud of more of what I make and share.
The thing about making things you’re proud of is that your own pride becomes your standard. That’s how it is for me, at least. When I blog, I can anticipate the level of reader response I’ll get and that’s kind of comforting. Sending an email is a different beast. Like, the blog is the dog you’ve been raising for the last two years and the email is the dog your roommate just brought home from the shelter– nothing’s necessarily wrong with it, you just have no idea who it is or what it wants from you.
As you’ve likely figured out, I have an email to write in my drafts. I have to give a stranger more information about myself so that she can decide if she wants to show me her place. This is an important email. This is the type of email that could help me have a bedroom and a whole closet and allow me to live with my dog. How do I craft an email that helps someone get a clear picture of who I am without exposing myself to the point of being in physical danger? This person texted me and I’m not sure if she got my phone number through proper channels or if my information was phished and this person is nothing like they have expressed themself to be.
The weird part about my emergent adult life is that it feels like I am constantly finding dark caves to hope are actually tunnels to somewhere good. That’s not quite right… I wanted to avoid cliff metaphors but the cave/tunnel thing isn’t quite it… Every decision seems like a risk where the odds are unknown. Will it always be like this?
A Little Adventure 