i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
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rob asks, "have I inspired you by moving for love, change of scenery and sheer heck of it?" and i'm like, duh! and it doesn't hurt that i was probably looking for a way out, anyway. but it's weird: i don't know how to be un-or-under-employed anymore. michael doesn't help when he says oregon has the highest unemployment rate in the nation, and my self-confidence at the moment is about the size of a paper clip, so i'm worried i can't compete.
which is, of course, ironic, because then rob asks, "if so, do you think that someday you could inspire me in return to get a decent job?" and i laugh. out loud. fortunately, i'm at home, and only amelia is here to shoot me a dirty look. do i have a decent job? in many respects, yes, but in the same senses that rob's current job is decent: nothing too strenuous, lots of free high-speed internet access. i wouldn't really call that inspiring. i find it fairly disappointing, actually, because it could have been so much more. i feel as if i ordered a quiche and have instead gotten an egg mcmuffin. at least rob probably knew what he was getting into.