Hola amigos y amigas,

I’ve been here for a little over two weeks now and I’m coming out of the honeymoon phase where I love my decision to move across the country and slipping into the reality of my financial situation. I haven’t secured a job yet and I’ve only got so much in the bank to live on. On Thursday (the start of week 3) I decided that freaking out and having no plan just wouldn’t do any longer, so I enrolled in bartending courses, to start Monday… as in, tomorrow.

I’m thinking that—if I can secure a job somewhere—bartending school will have a much higher immediate ROI than college. There’s something slightly unsettling about that, don’t you think?

In other news, Nina Bruja, my finnicky little Dodge hasn’t had any brakes on the driver’s side for, like, a week! I took her in to the shop for an oil change and am super thankful the boys checked her over because that easily could’ve been a seriously tragic situation. Instead, it was just a minorly tragic situation because I had to pay to have new brakes, calipers, and rotors installed. Shoot.

But, hey, it’s January, it’s 6pm, and rather than huddling under an electric blanket in my sketchy old east coast apartment (which I did love), I’m sitting barfoot on a balcony in Los Angeles next to a palm tree and my liklihood of getting hypothermia is nil. Also, my upstairs neighbors are blaring “House of the Rising Sun” by the Animals, which is only one of the best tracks ever. So there is still much to be thankful for! 

Besos,

S