So a few months went by...

So a few months went by and nothing much happened. A whole lot of travelling which I am thankful for. Some of them on my dime and some on someone else's, but it put some pep in my step. Nothing much else happened. Something concrete like a new job offer or a new man, or to be in talks with either one, be in talks with a new company on a new job or a new man on a new relationship. None of that. Just a lot of money and mileage spent and not a whole lot accomplished. 

I had a shuddering thought yesterday. I am, to my utter dismay, going to spend another Christmas without that tingling feeling of having made any accomplishments. I am devoid of the sensation that makes you happy to see the holidays and you embrace it knowing, you are in talks for a new job or a new relationship. It just sort of crushed me and I keep thinking, how distraight will I be to head into this New Year with this uncertainty, without making any head way into accomplishing my goals. Pffttt...

So that ths is not all somber, let's summarize the trips. 

I went to California again, at the start of October in talks with a company for a job. That's as close as I've gotten in my callbacks. Several written tests, video interviews and in person interviews later, still no offer. They actually are dodging my phone calls now. 

Then, to round off a very disappointing month, which I thought would be rather interesting considering I travelled to the West Coast at the start of it, to round off the month, I went to New York. This time on my dime. To finish off my back piece, hopefully see a Broadway musical (this was to no avail) and visit a friend in Brooklyn (had to do this instead of the play which was not a wise choice). Trip was too short, weather was too cold, New York was the same but better, every time I see it, it never seems old. It's like an old black and white classic rolled into a box.  Now I know why some of the greatest movies were written by people based in New York, Woody Allen, Spike Lee, Martin Scorsese. It inspires great art, just being in that space and you already feel inspired. Talk to any non-artist and they will beg to differ, hacking away at how difficult life is in New York. But a true artist knows what I am talking about.

Then, I go to Houston for Thanksgiving.

Not as many trips as I had initially thought but the West Coast-East Coast jaunt took their toll on me.