Today marks the one-month-away point for moving to Los Angeles, and I'm feeling a bit spooked by it. I guess I've been writing off the transition as being "sometime later this summer." It was always many weeks away -- too many to actually take the time and count -- so I lost track of how close I was to leaving until hitting a major mile-marker like this. I'm not exactly thrilled how my decision to come back to New York has played out, either; employment has been sparse, money's been tight, and with only one significant project put on the shelf, I've started questioning whether remaining in Los Angeles immediately after graduation would have been more beneficial.
Is this bad? That I'm already complaining about life and I haven't even gotten out to Hollywood?
I'm still searching short-term jobs, but with less than a month to work, it's basically an impossibility. Tomorrow I'm interviewing for an activism job about global warming. They can accommodate my timeline and I can accommodate their obnoxious hours and a long drive (in my state of desperation, at least). I'm not crazy about the situation, but I'm uneasy about my financial state and my parents are in an absolute tizzy.
As I drove through the extreme construction tearing apart my town earlier today, I got this severe feeling of economic depression and a post-apocalyptic civilization living off bartering stones and livestock. Hopefully that's my wild imagination and not a premonition.
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