Californiaaaaa

“San Diego.  Mmmm, drink it in.  It always goes down smooth.”

(Let’s just be honest: I’ll be quoting Anchorman the entire time I’m here.)

I would say I’m a fairly independent individual.  I am not afraid to do my own thing, spend time by myself, go to the movies or to lunch/dinner by myself and (gasp!) use a public restroom without a gang of girlfriends accompanying me.  I can take care of myself by myself.  I’m not afraid to fly and/or travel by myself.  Hell, I traveled to Chicago and navigated my way through the West side via train/walking on my own.  (Hey, it was my first time traveling on my own.  Period.  I don’t know why I was so headstrong to take a train to an interview (dumb), but it didn’t turn out TOO bad.   They offered me the job.  I refused.  That’s another post altogether.)

I actually require “me” time in order to function…well, in order to feel like…me.  I’m an introvert through and through and used to the entire living-inside-my-own-head thing.  I’m used to being with myself and dealing with myself, worries and neuroses all.

Why do I feel so alone right now?  It could be because I’m doing something new, something I’m not used to.  I’m taking a jump.  Maybe it’s nerves and the weight of everything from this past year weighing down on me.  Maybe it’s a combo platter.  I don’t know.

Either way, I look forward to running tomorrow morning.  Getting back to the routine.  After that, who knows?  …And that’s what makes me anxious.