On My Disappearance


I saw friends this past weekend, and one of them asked me why I wasn’t writing. Then I think she said she missed my posts. I was on my third drink at this point, so I could be making the later part up, but regardless; I haven’t written in a while. I am not even sure if my punctuation is correct in that last sentence.

Forgive me followers. It’s been 30 days since my last post.

Anyway. After I wrapped up my year of blogging in January, it occurred to me that my day job was boring because of lack of work, and I felt really uninspired. Then I found out I might lose my job as the company was downsizing. Job hunting became my main focus.

Fortunately, I found a job and accepted the offer last week. Not only do I get to wear jeans to my new job, I will be working with someone who graduated a year after I did from the acting program at WSU. Exciting things are happening.

Waiting for the offer was stressful, and that stress occupied most of my day. Because of this, I couldn’t concentrate on writing.

During this time, our office moved, and that was stressful as well. Nothing like watching a bunch of people who don’t like change, holding on for dear life as we moved one building over from our old office. The move almost broke some of my co-workers.

I was elated to get the new job, but I immediately started stressing about telling my company. After a weekend of fretting, I gave notice. I found out two days later that they are not replacing me. There is nothing like getting immediate confirmation that I made the right decision.

In the meanwhile, I started making these short videos on Instagram under the handle forpeoplewhomissnyc. It came to me one day as I was interviewing near Bryant Park, and I have become a little obsessed. Every time a stranger likes my videos or follows me, it’s a personal victory.

It’s also interesting to see what’s popular. So far my videos of subway buskers have taken the lead, and some public transportation freaks have started digging my subway and bus videos.

My first roommate in NYC, came to visit with his fiancée recently and we had lunch. He moved to LA, and is loving it. I was so happy to see him, and overjoyed to see him loving life. He gave me his band’s latest recording, and I have meant to tell him that it’s awesome. Check out Northern Strangers, if you feel so inclined.

A dear friend of mine came to NYC for 5 days or something like that, and I had a great time hanging out with him. I got to experience a few places I had never been, and I took him to two of my favorites. There is nothing like being a tourist in your own city.

We spent Easter weekend in Pittsburgh and had a great time seeing friends and family. My mother confessed that she had marked my father’s shampoo bottle with the date he started using it. Her theory is he uses too much shampoo for a guy with so little hair, so she wants to see how long it lasts. We are still waiting for the results of her hilarious experiment.

But let’s get back to my original thought: my lack of writing. I think I need to have a set number of posts a week. I have no discipline when there isn’t a goal. I hope to get that together soon.

I am going to leave you here as this is starting to turn into one of those 7 page update letters that get stuffed into a well-meaning Christmas card.

Have  a great Wednesday!



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