air mattress

I would say an air mattress is a good comparison to my life right now, in terms of stages. It’s not a boxspring and mattress, but it’s for sure not a sleeping bag. It can be packed up and moved anywhere, but it infers some sort of permanence once blown up and made. Regardless, it’s where I find my evening’s rest each night while I’m here, in this temporarily permanent stage.

By the way, I bought a bookshelf from WalMart that I assembled on my own… I borrowed screw drivers, but couldn’t find a hammer. My solution? Hey, I’m only here for three months, it can stand without nails. So far I’m right.

It’s been difficult trying to create ‘home’ in a new city on my own. I see a lot of families and couples who are clearly on vacation here, and I’ve been realizing how significnatly different their mindset is for being here than mine. I’m seeking places I can call my own, like Bohemia, the coffee place across the street, and I’m seeking routine, like coming home after work and working out (in front of none other than Friends and Scrubs). It’s challenging to see the fun and frills that many around me are experiencing with their loved ones while I’m just trying to remain stable. It has forced me to remain focused on why I’m here– which is to run freely after a dream that has been evolving for a long time. I mean come on, I’m working for the best team in baseball!! (please join me in knocking on wood)

Finally, I feel like I’m the last one anybody expected to move across the country, alone, to chase a dream job. But here I am, and I’m learning to love the thrill (and how to live in Florida in the hottest months of the year).