Moving across country is one hell of a way to start off your 30th birthday, but that’s just what she did. Melinda had a long distance relationship to deal with, and after her job in the art industry dried up and died, as many jobs did, she decided that fate was throwing her a hint. It was time for a change.
She packed up her small, little, blue hatch back with as much weight as it could carry and in a numb, hazy state of mind, said goodbye to her Father and Mother and to the entire state of North Carolina. She and her boyfriend, Edwin, drove together, across the US of A, stopping only at night, and to visit two good friends along the way. Finally they stopped outside of a white house with Spanish tiles, falling into a slow state of disrepair. They had arrived in the sleepy little town of San Leandro in California
It felt alien, strange. No thick tree cover over head and able to see the Oakland Hills from miles away. She felt vulnerable here, out of place and lost. The first step was finding a job, which she did in less than three weeks and she forced herself to settle into some sort of routine. While she loved her roommates, the experience of living with 4 other people was an experience she was not all to pleased to have. It was also new to her, like everything else there was new. Foreign. But it worked for a while.
Now 11 months have passed, bring with it some good change, and some changes she’d rather remove. A new apartment and some much needed privacy but also with a new desk job and limited funds to renew her membership to aerobics, some unwelcomed weight gain.
This is the blog of one 30 year old woman/girlfriend/video gamer/writer wannabe and it follows her as she attempts to discover the person under it all.
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