Limbo

Well, as it turns out, I'm glad I sat down and posted something on Boxing Day, because since then, I have been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, and have not found more than 5 minutes worth of personal internet time. I am even pushing my time as we speak....

So, brief recap: I worked the day following Christmas at the winery, and stayed behind an extra day while my parents braved the long drive to Las Vegas for the New Year. The next morning - New Year's Eve - I woke up at 3:30am to drive to Santa Barbara, drop off my car, and take an Airbus to LAX where I was meeting my friend arriving from Australia. We met without any confusion, checked in, and then lounged around, trying desperately to stay awake until our flight to Vegas at 11am. We got in, and there was little time for rest. The added crowds turned what should have been 10 minute drives, and 5 minute check-ins into hour long processes.

Peter was dragging, bless his poor little jet-lagged heart.

We celebrated with coctails, a beyond fancy dinner (family and godparents included), and watched the Australian stunt driver, Robbie Madison, break a world record by jumping a motorcycle the longer than the length of a football feild.....Literally. Through one goal post, our the other. We then braved The Strip for the countdown, and managed to be safe and sound in our beds by apprx 1am.

After a couple days rest through the rain at the farm, Peter and I headed to LA to do some sight seeing and some apartment hunting - the latter of which was somewhat fruitless.

As of this last Monday, I have started my new job in Santa Monica, and am residing at the local youth hostel until an apartment comes through. Don't pity me, it really isn't that bad. I am using it purely as a bed to sleep in, and it is a meager 6 blocks from work, and is just around the corner from The Promenade; providing me with limitless entertainment, food, and services until this whole limbo phase is resolved.

I had taken Peter to the airport at 4am the morning of my new job, and he is now beginning his new life in Buffalo. Brave boy from Brissy. It is a week, and perhaps a year (now that I think about it) of beginnings. It seems they all have the potential to be good, and let's hope that they are.

Happy New Year