The best laid plans they say.
So, the whole escape to Santa Rosa thing pretty much fell apart due to me losing the job to transfer to. Meh. C'est la vie.
Frank and myself have managed to break orbit from around Crescent City though. My aunt and sister were kind enough to clean out the trailer on the property in Acampo for us to crash in while we do the whole job hunt thing.
Course Frank has a slight advantage in that he has placement via his bartending school. I haven't the foggiest notion of what type of work I want to look for. Everyone says there are plenty of opportunities in the greater Sacramento area, so I should be able to find something to help pay the bills.
Either way, I'm away from what was feeling like a sucking black hole where I was gradually spiralling closer and closer to being sucked in and unable to break free. I'm not certain as to what my longish term goals are, I have to many things that interest me and it's difficult to choose one to follow. Reckon I'll see what the future holds when it becomes the present.
For now, I'm adapting to the heat. I kinda missed the heat there in Crescent City. Yeah, I'm an odd one. I keep telling myself I need to do the blog thing a little more often. Maybe this time I'll be able to stick with it.
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