Finding Lost Things

I recently moved into a house from what feels like a million apartments. In college I lived in a dorm, and two different apartments. After graduating I moved home with my parents until I had to get out, and got my own place. Fast forward several months, and I move in with my boyfriend, Adam. In five months he buys a house we pick out, and two more months after, we're moving in!

We've now been in the house for about two months. We finally bought and set up the new desks we've had our eyes on, and for the life of me I couldn't find my desk lamp. I've been looking for it for weeks. It's not the only thing that went missing during the move. For the life of me I can't find my bath robe or my favorite belt (just a black leather belt, but still, the one I wore the most). Tonight I complained to Adam as we sat at our desks, "gee, I wish I had a desk lamp..." and suddenly, out of nowhere, he remembered that he packed mine in this blue bin that's sitting in the basement.

So we rushed downstairs to get it, and found a few other things in the bin we were wondering about. Still no robe or belt though. Too bad. At least I have my lamp.

I do have hope that someday I will find the lost items.... In this move, I did find my curlers that I thought were lost after moving from my apartment to Adam's last fall.

Adam suggested earlier tonight that I maybe start blogging about some things, and the more I thought about it, I thought it could be a good way to flex some of my writing muscles. I spend SO MUCH time sitting at a computer with not very much to do at my job, and I feel like my mind is turning to mush from watching so much tv on the internet and playing around on addictinggames.com. I've gotten some sweet scores on Bubble Spinner. I spend so much time sitting by myself in front of a computer - I might as well do something relatively productive!

So I found this old blog I had to start for a class I ended up dropping junior year at OSU. I read the first and only post (below this one), which we had to write for a homework assignment the first week. I read over it.... and wow, did it speak to me. I still feel very similarly to that post, and it's three years later.

I still don't exactly feel like I'm out in the "real world" with a "real job." I don't have homework, I make money, and I have benefits. I thought that by having an internship and networking, I would be able to get a good job. Apparently that didn't work out. I've applied for two separate jobs with the company, and still nothing. I'm stuck in a dead end job as an administrative assistant, where my only co-worker is my boss and she's out of the office half the time. But, it was the only job offer I received. A year and a half and several applications later, it's still the only offer.

The lost thing I need to find now is the perfect job for me. I don't even know what that is anymore. I need to branch out, dig deep, and keep searching. Not just within the job market, but inside myself, to figure out what my passions and most marketable skills are.