Brand New Apartment, Brand New Life

New Apartment

This is a big step, for me, for him, for us. It’s extremely cliché; I know it. We signed a lease together and I’m going to write this post even though he’ll probably be embarrassed. However, since many of you out there don’t know who HE is, he can relax, knowing that the ones who do know won’t make fun of him for too long.
My man and I lived together for a few months out of necessity and, I’d have to wager, a bit of laziness on his part. Or, maybe it was his sneaky way of a test drive. Whatever it was, living together at my last place of abode led to us signing our first lease together about one month prior to this post. We’ve been officially moved-in together for about three weeks; I think it’s going well! We even had our first houseguests over, including one of our favorite couples ever over for a hilarious evening of food and wine. I made boeuf bourguignon a la Julia Child (because I can’t resist making a mention of her wonderful legacy) and he made the most wonderful salad. Of course, the walnuts were raw, yet still scrumptious because, as we discovered in media res, our oven wouldn’t heat up…

New Life

In other news, I’ve gotten what one can only call a promotion of sorts. It’s funny how getting a raise and promotion only means new (and more) work. At least that’s what I’ve observed in the movies! Ha! I’ve just gotten my first one of either sort. Although, I’m not sure if I can really say promotion, but my hours of work and play have dramatically changed and, as of this payday, so will the number of dollars in my direct deposit.

Looking Backward, Just for a moment

It’s amazing to think that it was three years ago to the day, I was fired from my first job in the city, for, essentially, not being trained properly. I still believe there were more motives than that at play, but who cares at this point? The only reason I even know that it happened is that I have a draft labeled March 22, 2014: “Being fired and moving on…Yes, I was just fired from my job yesterday.”

I’m not sure I even want to open the draft to read the rest…I can’t believe how different my life is now. I can’t believe that back then I could even begin to fathom that I was happy. I was not nearly as happy as I am now……

Took the time to read that draft. I’m amazed at how positive I was about being fired from a job I loved so much…Of course, that’s how my momma raised me!


New House, New Job, New Start

An Exciting New Chapter

Hey there! So, I’ve been going through a lot of changes recently, I’ve already written about my new job at the Cliff House, but let me update. It’s freakin’ awesome! I love all my coworkers already and everyone is so welcoming and kind and willing to teach me things. Nobody cares that I don’t have a culinary arts degree, or that it’s basically my first time actually cooking in a restaurant. Everyone is willing to help me out because they know (at the very least) that if I can do this stuff, it means less work for them. I really am just infatuated with my new career. I made a good choice to give up Grad School for this new life.

I also moved into my new home on the first. I’m really excited about that too because it means no more awkward feelings and no more stress over wondering if someone is going to go off on me for no apparent reason. I’m not totally enthused about the location at the top of a humongous hill, but it’s better than stress…Also, my roommates are decent people and not batshit crazy…

Basically, I’m having a great new start to my life, except for the fact that I apparently was blessed with a summer cold…ten days before my birthday….Not stoked about having to work like that, but there is a Walgreens down the way from my house where I’ll be getting some DayQuil on my way to work…Hopefully it will be less hellish today.