Monday, August 2, 2010
Inside wall of the living room. I know this is crappy quality, but its a teaser.
I'm home for lunch and decided that since I was officially baaaack, I would post this quick pic.
Oh dear reader, I just can't even express how completely mind-boggled I am by everything that has happened.
How do you just leave everything, friends, family, place of reference, behind for a 6-hour-drive destination that you are now supposed to call home?
How does that happen?
Are there 12 step programs for that sort of thing?
Is Step 1 "Move on and accept what you have become"?
Not to mention that this 6-hour-drive destination is now my place of SALARY.
I think this is called the Real World.
I just wish it came with a manual.
Like, turn right here and you will magically know everything there ever was to know about running a museum.
Turn left and DIE.
Are you sure you're ready for my return?
I promise to be happy and uplifting and eternally shining in my next post.