Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Well here we are.
Or as Lori would say, "Home."
I must say that I share her sentiments on some level. I liked Colorado but there is something nostalgic about coming home.
The grave stone is in at my dad's grave site. It looks about right. Wish it were someone else's name on it though.
So we've been here for about a week now and we've had something to do every day... opening a new bank account, unloading the truck into the storage unit, researching neighborhoods, picking up Disneyland passes. Well, some things are more important than others. You judge. Not to mention looking for work, which is the prerequisite for getting a house or apartment. It's my highest priority. I must have applied for thirty different positions now through Monster.com, HotJobs.com and Adweek.com.
So here we are.
We're sharing Lori's parents house for the time being, which isn't as unpleasant as it could be. Thankfully, we all get along. But I've been on my own for a long time, so it's quite an adjustment.
Yesterday we started our running again. We picked up a jogging stroller so we could take Melody with us. Running without the altitude makes quite a difference. I also noticed that the Mustang has a lot more get up and go than it did in Colorado Springs. That's cool!
I can't believe what they've done to Signal Hill. Two million dollar homes up there now! I remember when it was the gang hang out complete with dirt roads and it's own inspiration point. Now you can't even get to the top unless you live in one of the gated communities. Some developer somewhere is a genius.
Yet here we are.
If you're reading this and you know anyone in Southern California who's looking for an Art Director, Web Designer or Senior Graphic Designer, have them shoot me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I promise to be the best employee they've ever had.
Until I get work though, here we are.