Catching up.

I've been back from Jersey for nine days now. And it's like heaven. I'm able to fall asleep easily again. I don't toss and turn for 3+ hours before falling asleep on the bottom bunk. The weird sporadic popping sensation in the back right half of my brain has gone away. Seriously, I felt like I had something roaming around in there...like Sigourney Weaver in Aliens. I was ready to blast that shit out of my skull but thankfully I didn't have to get messy. There was no foreign parasite taking up residence. My mother isn't harassing me every 5 minutes. The weather is perfect in San Francisco – sunny and 65 degrees. I step out of my house and there is life. And there is public transportation. It's amazing.

San Francisco is the best place I've ever lived. And I may be leaving. Crazy...yes. But it makes sense when you take into consideration my erratic migration pattern.

I'm going to Glasgow, Scotland on Saturday for the entire week. It's freelance at an ad agency there but it's more like a one week job interview. At the end of the week they'll tell me if they love me more than my mom loves me or they'll ask the janitor to help me pack my suitcase. I'm trying to not get too excited just in case the janitor does have to sit on my luggage as I yank the zippers shut. But it would be so amazing – Scottish accents and all.

I had to cut my Jersey trip short because of a kind of job fair my school was throwing in SF that I had no clue about. I was planning to stay on the east coast for at least another month or two. But this was probably for the best. I was able to take a quick trip up to Boston before leaving. It was great. It reminded me of so much. When I moved to Boston eight years ago I had a lesbian haircut and not-so-fitted Gap jeans. Not to mention zero debt. My hair is much longer now and I have tons of debt. But I will not lie, there are a couple of pairs of those Gap jeans still hanging in my closet just in case I learn to love them again one day.