epiphany! the light revealed

Like clockwork, as soon as I leave the office I start ranting about my job, the long hours, the crazy things I have to deal with day to day, etc. Driving me crazy, making me cranky, and adding 'colorful' words to my vocabulary.

Thanks go to my eternally patient roommate/colleague who listens to me rant and offers advice and consolation. I don't think I would survive without someone to listen to me vent.

I've been thinking though- my only salvations here are the city (I heart London), the people (yay colleagues my age!!), the occasional weekend jaunt to the Continent, and the financial incentives. I hate to say that, because that's not why I came to London, but it's there and it helps on those really rough days.

SO... the more I think about how dissatisfied I am with my current situation, and the more I think about returning to the US at year-end... the less motivated I am. I mean, I've got some spare change I could use to help buy a car and find a better apartment, but I'd still be stuck with the same job.

And then it came. LEAVE YOUR FLIPPIN' CRAZY JOB AND SEE THE WORLD!!! I'm not a religious type, but halleluyah, amen!

So the seeds of madness were sown.

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Dear Karma...

about 5 weeks ago a crazy freak accident occurred at my flat. Without going into too much detail, the incident involved the police camping out in my home for 7 hours. It was also possibly the worst day of my life.

Fortunately, the situation (or what remains of it) looks to be under control, my blood pressure has stabilized, and things are starting to revert to normal.

Enter this week. After weeks of umpteen double-digit work days, my roommate and I decided to leave the office at a decent hour to go to the gym near our home. On the train back into the city, we received a phone call from our landlord... telling us our building had been burglarized.

We thought our flat had escaped unscathed, until we got home. 3 of the 4 flats in our building had been hit, including our own. When the police show up at your home and they recognize you, I have to figure it's not exactly an enviable position to be in.

So I have to ask, Karma... wtf? Turns out Karma had an answer for that too.

So, um... I guess maybe I should say, "thanks"? I'll keep the faith.

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hitting rock bottom... or, i just turned 26

my 26th birthday was last week, and for the first time, i genuinely felt sad at being one year older.

I don't know what it is, but 26 seems to me like the beginning of the end. the end of the days where you can blame your carelessness, absentmindedness, and selfishness on youth and inexperience. the end of the days you can shrug off 'adult' responsibility like mortgages, financial planning, and career/job worries.

26 is when you officially enter the rat race as a full fledged Rat. when the endless string of weddings, baby showers, and engagements never cease to remind you that your biological clock is ticking, and why haven't you found a partner yet??

but then as I write this I survey my surroundings. clothes strewn around the floor? check. stuffed animals on the bed? check. unfiled tax returns? check. I am clearly not ready to be a Rat. (and right, who wants to be called a rat anyways?)

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So I hit Refresh, voila!

"be the change you want to see in this world." wise man, that Gandhi.

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