And thus begins my second summer out here... lonely. It's been barely a week since the last day of finals, and I'm already bored to death. I've already started looking for another job, even though I plan on leaving Provo hopefully sometime in the middle of summer. My plans, though, are not even close to concrete. In fact, they're more like... clouds. Nothing is set. I want to go be a nanny in Germany, but I need to find a family first, and that's a work in progress. My housing contract goes through mid-June, so hopefully I'll have a job in Germany by then. I really don't want to have to find another place to live and go through the grueling process of moving all my crap again. I don't want to have a fifth "fresh start" in this state, at least not this summer. So, as you can see, I have a bit of a dilemma on my bored hands. Nothing to do, but any attempts at finding a job for only two months are almost futile. Nevertheless, I'm searching. Just for you doubters out there, I've already turned in four applications and had one interview. That's what 10 miles of biking in one afternoon will get you.
I love my bike. It means freedom. Except... I have absolutely nowhere to go. Ok, that's a little untrue, because I have to go to work in approximately half an hour. But, that's the last shift until who-knows-when. Hence the search for another job.
Goodness, I'm bored.
Weekends mean a lot more when you actually do stuff during the week.
Last night, my roommates and I went to eat dinner at this pizza place and then we saw The Vow in the dollar theater. It's been a very long time since I've seen a chick-flick in a theater- we're talking 2010. My reason, you ask? Freshman year: no money, no car, no bike. This year: my group of friends always went to go see awesome films like Sherlock Holmes 2 or whatever. I miss my friends. We had a really great year together. In fact, we practically became a family. I lived in the Foreign Language Housing this past year. Each language group had dinner together five nights a week. We also hung out a lot. There were times I liked them all, hated some of them for a minute, had to escape for a second, couldn't get enough... just like a family. There was always someone there, and people had your back. So, moving out last week was almost like leaving home for the second time. Frankly, it sucked. I miss them, and speaking German all the time, like crazy.
But hey, life isn't all doom and gloom. I'm going to one of my dearest friend's wedding reception tomorrow. And they will be living about a block away from me after they get back from the honeymoon. And I just happened to end up with my own room, so when my mom visits, she can stay here without inconveniencing anybody. And I should be going to my favorite place in the world soon. See, I'm still somewhat optimistic, right?
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