I’ve had a lot of stumbles these past couple of weeks. Whether it was exploding a glass pie dish in the oven (pumpkin pie ruined), individual cookies that turn into a whole sheet pan worth of cookies (still delicious, though), crying a little bit too much (sometimes we all just need a good cry), or not getting the job that I thought I wanted (I didn’t really want it), I feel like 2014 has been a lot of stumbling and fumbling to figure out what it is exactly I’m doing.
Especially as a ‘professional’, I feel like we are defined daily by what we do (see last post), but now I get to do the defining, which is a bit more scary and nerve-wrecking because I have no one to blame but myself (oh right, and I need an income). So, it’s a daily process of defining what I want to do and trying to make a living out of it. It’s coming along slowly but surely, and this blog is definitely part of it. Luckily, if one day doesn’t go as planned, I get to wake up again and start anew.
the view from home
It usually comes about while at a party or meeting new people for the first time. After you’ve said your hellos and how are you doings and you want to get to know the person a bit more.
‘So, what do you do?’
It’s the question that everyone hates to answer, (I find) is really awkward to ask, and ultimately ends up defining your ‘career’ as who you are. Culturally speaking, there are few other phrases that get the point across – you just want to learn more about the person – but has come to mean ‘where do you spend 8 hours of your day?’ or (not so subtly) ‘where does your paycheck come from?’
I’ve tried rephrasing it as ‘what do you do for fun?’ or ‘what are you interested in’ – but my (super awkward) personality just isn’t able to carry those phrases with the same fluidity as ‘what do you do’. I admit, I want to break the cycle, but end up continuing it.
I cannot emphasize enough how much I love living in the airstream.
The other week, as I posted on facebook about the hard time I was having transitioning (and thus sitting in my car to avoid the hardship of life), friends came out of the woodwork to see if I was okay. While, at that point, I may have been having a hard time to see the good in what we are doing, I now appreciate almost everything about the airstream and love living here.
To be in a space that was designed around everything we need – mostly eating, sleeping, reading, and writing – is startling at first, but becomes normal relatively quickly. I will not be exercising in my home anytime soon, but that’s what the great outdoors are for!
Space is limited here and, therefore, I can’t just be toting all my fancy-shmancy cookware into a tiny little home. So, fear not for those who are currently thinking, “I bought them expensive things for their wedding and now it’s GONE!” Nope – it’s just in a storage unit down the street to be used when needed and returned thereafter (especially that food processor and kitchenaid!). If you’re wondering what made the cut for what lives permanently in our home, and may be thinking about downsizing your own accumulation of kitchen equipment, here’s a list of what we found we need.
Something about the fall season beckons me back to writing. Perhaps it’s the shortening of days or the chill in the air or the need to simply rest for a bit, but I feel introspective and contemplative and compelled to put my thoughts into words. I took the summer and the fall to soak up every last drop of the sunshine, but here I am once again – back at this blog.
For those of you who don’t know me personally (or hadn’t heard), I recently moved into an airstream.