We never tell each other when we are sad

No news is good news I guess. I cant believe I have been in LA nearly a month! I feel like I am still on a temporary journey. I think it will feel more real when I actually get to sleep in my own bed. Two more weeks and then I move into my new place. Its adorable and yellow with a white picket fence. Cant wait. 

I have been working like mad which is a good thing. I was unemployed for two and a half months at the beginning of the year and thought I was going to suffocate from boredom. You think when you have a bunch of time on your hands you are going to get super motivated and do all of the things you have been putting off and lose 20 lbs and learn how to make a souffle. But you dont. You end up just having more time to worry about what comes next and if eating macaroni and cheese and ramen exclusively will save you enough money to pay the rent. It wasnt all bad though,  I had a lot of fun and took lots of trips and read tons of books. I just dont think I am built to be without a job. It doesnt feel right. I need something to put all of my energy into so that I dont have time to deal with stupid things like feelings and remembering to pay my electric bill. 

Then there was the tour with its frantic pace which I am apparently still moving at despite the fact that I now have time to hang out with my niece and take bike rides. I am on the road again in a few weeks so I suppose there really is no reason to break the cycle of staying up late and sleeping little. In some way living like this proves I am not the giant wuss I secretly suspect I am.

It is pretty here. This is the view from the parking garage

And there is always Brunch...


And places like these.


I was fascinated, but the store was closed in spite of the open sign....