Saturday Morning

I spent a lovely Saturday morning hiking up a beach trail in Del Mar with Gil and Caroline, the couple I'm staying with. The trail led up to the cliffs overlooking the ocean and it was absolutely invigorating. I need to go outside more often. Maybe even in the morning.

I came home to find the Angels losing to the A's in the first inning. I'm sure things will pick up.

My brother Joe started his first job yesterday. Unfortunately Alice in Wonderland opens this week and his restaurant is having them dress up. He's Tweedle-Dum. I'm not going to let him live this down.

As of last night I am officially going up to Portland with Cirque. This means I have three weeks left in San Diego, then a week off (visiting Ariana, moving up the coast and I'm DETERMINED to get up to LA for at least a day), then seven weeks in downtown Portland, and finally home to England. Bazinga!

More importantly, it means I can afford to go home to see my family, see Liz in Holland, spend a few days in London and actually (Lord willing) be able to move wherever the hell I want when I get back and know that I have enough for a security deposit and a couple of month's rent on an apartment. This has literally never happened before. I'm excited to see Portland and I'm fine with continuing to work at this job for two more months, although I'm disappointed that I can't go home sooner. But financially I have to do this and I'm so thankful that I have this job. Mostly I'm so happy that I will be able to find an apartment when I get back from England that I can call home for a little while. I'm looking forward to having my own apartment again; it's been a while. Hopefully I'll find a roommate by then, too! It's so strange not actually having a home at the moment but I'm sort of ok with it for now. It means I'm just about as free as I could possibly be. And how often does that come around?

I think I did something to my right wrist. I can't really tell but it's a bit bruised and swollen. How, you ask?

I fell out of a car, drunk.  So much for English grace.

Really, Angels? Really?

-K