That’s more or less all I have to say.
Okay, to avoid unbearable mundaneness, I’ll elaborate a little further. I’m originally from Los Angeles, CA, and have spent most of my life there. There have been some stints elsewhere – college here, whole summers there, temporary living wherever else – but for the most part, I have lived in the city of Los Angeles. There are a lot of people in LA, many of whom are assholes, but luckily with a large enough population size, even a minority of people will contain a large enough raw number that I can find whatever I want. I now live in Minneapolis, MN, population: 6. I don’t like this. I don’t like that I barely even know anyone here, but everyone I know knows someone I know, everyone went to the same high school, and everyone drinks at the same three bars. Sometimes I feel like I live in Mayberry. This sounds more like Mpls-bashing than I intended. I think this is a cool enough town, but I think it’s time to go.
I considered moving back to Los Angeles, but where’s the fun in that? I’ve been there already. Plus, call me crazy, but I kind of like that it gets cold in the winter and snows out here.
So there you have it. After the holidays are done draining my time and wallet, I think I’ll start looking for a position in Chicago. The day I have one (in this economy, it can be a while) is the day I give my landlord notice. I’m actually getting better at impulse control. The last time I said to myself, “I’m tired of this town; I’m out of here,” I found myself in MN 30 days later. I didn’t even have a job when I moved, and somehow (very luckily) found a decent one with a decent company almost right away.