I'm back ... now what
Job interviews done. I'm in my jeans, nursing a vodka tonic. Shoes off. However, due to the fact that a security guard misplaced his weapon in Tucson International Airport, my luggage is now in Nashville because of massive flight delays.
So - I interviewed with a few papers, a few software companies. And I have to admit, I felt truly ... home in Tucson. I have a few reasons for that. First off, Raging Sage on Campbell St. totally rocks the f**kin' house. Secondly, the Desert Museum, Catalina State Park and the storms are some of the most inspiring environments to be around. Thirdly, it's an artist haven - I spoke with a ton of writers who were on their third and fourth cups of coffee at Raging Sage and at Epic Cafe.
So, I'm in Omaha now - and I don't know what to do. I have family that is driving me away from this city. I have a few friends that I want to beat to the punch in getting out of this city (which is totally petty, I realize, but I just want to be honest). And, I'll be honest, I am feeling a tad depressed now.
Still, I'm not about to let you off the hook, Tucson. You ARE at the top of the nation in terms of property crime. I stayed at what could techincally pass as a shithole at the Howard Johnson off of 22nd St. and Freeway. As I was going outside to grab some ice, some homeless guy was roaming the floor where I was at (the second floor). And the football game was less than inspiring. I caught a few wiffs of the hamburgers that were being sold at the game - my stomach turned a few times.
To top it off, I finished off Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban while I was there. On to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
The soundtrack for the trip started with the New Pornographers' Twin Cinema and ended with Fiona Apple's Extraordinary Machine.
Now ... I realize that in order to grow as a person. In order to allow someone into my life, my 'house' has to be in order (without sounding too new-agey). I just wish I could do that in this city, but I don't see it becoming a reality.
So - I interviewed with a few papers, a few software companies. And I have to admit, I felt truly ... home in Tucson. I have a few reasons for that. First off, Raging Sage on Campbell St. totally rocks the f**kin' house. Secondly, the Desert Museum, Catalina State Park and the storms are some of the most inspiring environments to be around. Thirdly, it's an artist haven - I spoke with a ton of writers who were on their third and fourth cups of coffee at Raging Sage and at Epic Cafe.
So, I'm in Omaha now - and I don't know what to do. I have family that is driving me away from this city. I have a few friends that I want to beat to the punch in getting out of this city (which is totally petty, I realize, but I just want to be honest). And, I'll be honest, I am feeling a tad depressed now.
Still, I'm not about to let you off the hook, Tucson. You ARE at the top of the nation in terms of property crime. I stayed at what could techincally pass as a shithole at the Howard Johnson off of 22nd St. and Freeway. As I was going outside to grab some ice, some homeless guy was roaming the floor where I was at (the second floor). And the football game was less than inspiring. I caught a few wiffs of the hamburgers that were being sold at the game - my stomach turned a few times.
To top it off, I finished off Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban while I was there. On to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
The soundtrack for the trip started with the New Pornographers' Twin Cinema and ended with Fiona Apple's Extraordinary Machine.
Now ... I realize that in order to grow as a person. In order to allow someone into my life, my 'house' has to be in order (without sounding too new-agey). I just wish I could do that in this city, but I don't see it becoming a reality.
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