tales of a girl trying to make sense of it all.
by euniceann
If there’s anything that could make me more homesick for Denver than the amazing two weeks I just spent there, I don’t want to know what it is.
The past two weeks of my life were awesome. I had a great show, my display at the restaurant was extended, I got to see a number of friends I miss…a girl couldn’t ask for much more. Except a steady paying job and a reasonably priced place to rent?
I’ve been back 24 hours and I am so depressed that I had to leave.
by euniceann
I arrived in Denver 9 days ago for a marathon week for both my show for Denver Arts Week and for the charity art show I put on for my church.
From the moment I awoke Friday morning (after rolling in at 2 am), I was glad to be back “home.” It felt good. It felt right.
It was great to catch up with some of my friends and get an idea of what I needed to get done in the course of a week.
I had a few clients booked for the week and really enjoyed the shoots. I celebrated a friend’s new condo and met another friend’s new baby. I went to MY church and had lunch with friends. I even went emergency car shopping with a friend. It has been like old times again, as though I haven’t been gone for seven months.
It makes me not want to leave. I already extended my stay by a week, but let’s face it – I can’t stay here at my friend’s house forever. Maybe this week, I will go apartment shopping and figure out what I can afford and start planning the transition back.
by euniceann
The summer is winding down and it’s time for me to begin my transition back to Colorado. Thing is, as much as I want to go back, I’m not ready. Part of it is financial — I haven’t been able to save as much as I wanted to this summer, so moving back will take some extra work to be able to do it in the next month or two.
Part of it is that I have just been having so darn much fun that I kinda don’t want it to end and go back to reality. As much as I love the idea of being able to use photography as a source of income, I don’t think I can sustain it enough for another year or so. Which means live with my parents for another year (I don’t think so), or get a real job (please, don’t make me do it!!). Hmmph.
Oh, and I still want to see how things turn out with the bucket truck guy. Although if it comes to it, I can do the long-distance thing just as easily from Denver as I can Flagstaff. So I’m going to make that a non-issue.
Being back in Denver this weekend just made me miss all my friends that much more, since I have hardly seen any of them this summer. One of my friends walked up to me on Sunday, and we both just starting bawling. Her husband looked at us like we were both nuts.
So I’m ready and I’m not. I look forward to the change some days, and others, I just want to run hide in my vacation mindset and see where the wind blows us next.