During the Paris trip, I got word that I was being offered the position I had applied for a few weeks before the trip, so I gave notice as soon as I got back. It's hard to believe that was two weeks ago. Today was my last day at that job, that has caused me so much misery and depression over the last two years. Truth is, after my vacation, the last two years at this job felt like a bad dream anyhow. I felt very much more myself. It's very gratifying to leave, but now I feel tired after this week. Last night, Will and I went to see Peaches Christ present "All About Evil" downtown. Tonight the symphony and tomorrow the fetish party. And next week I'm officially taking off, but unofficially, I'm going to be getting chores and errands done. Then week after next, I start work downtown in a big office building. Corporate. Health insurance.
But the more I think about it, the more I think about starting a little winery or enoteca. It's funny, I was talking with a coworker about it today-- and she was talking about her family's grape-vines outside the city, that her grandparents brought over from Italy. It's moments like these that make me wonder how far away that dream is, if it's far away at all-- it might be a stupid dream-- I wonder if I didn't go down a path that's ill-suited for me just based on my own insecurities.
I want to write down about Paris -- there was a lot.
I need to do some processing.. probably here... because there is a lot.