I moved to a place in the middle of nowhere to work for the summer.
I hate it.
I have no friends. The only people I know are over 45. I woke up this morning and for the first time in my life couldn't think of one thing to do. The weather has been crappy here; high of 60-something, windy, overcast. There's NOTHING to do here. NOTHING. I wanted to roll over and sleep the rest of the day away but couldn't. I watched movies on TV all day, read a little, and watched an actual movie. Boring.
My new camera needs to be sent in for repair because the A/V adapter in the camera bent so I can't charge it. Not that there's anything to take pictures of anyway.
My iron sparked the other night when I went to iron my clothes, popped, and then smelled awful. Gotta get a new one. Great.
My job is a joke. I get paid to do nothing, which is nice but 8-9 hours of sitting at a computer is enough to drive me and my poor restless body insane. I know, I know, I'm very grateful for this job but I literally do nothing. And on the plus side, I've taken to working on my French, reading about Italy, and creating a recipe book. I love recipe blogs!
My mom called me today to tell me that I didn't get a grant that I applied for and I'm a tad concerned about how my internship/residency is going to be paid for. She was picking up my brother to go to a World Cup party and I'm not there to be with them. I must have cried about 6 times today.
It seems half the people I know are moving or have already moved to Boston while I'm moving farther and farther away.
I need a friend. Or my mom. Or my brothers. Or August 9th so I will be outta here, in AZ, and 10 or so months away from being an RD and having a real job with a real income.
So this post isn't completely glum, two good friends of mine finally got engaged! And I'm going back to Provo soon to visit.