So for the most part, life down here has been pretty lovely. It's great to have finally taken the long-distance out of our relationship. Atlanta is a nice city, there's plenty to see and do and eat, and I'm enjoying the warm weather (plus our apartment's excellent AC so I can avoid the warmth when I need to). But the job search has been really rough. I haven't gotten one positive response so far, and I've sent out dozens of applications. My money reserve is getting pretty low as a result, although Mom and Dad sent me a check to help with bills and the like. It's also been a pain trying to get my state ID and learner's permit updated to Georgia. First we went to the wrong place, then we found out they weren't open on Mondays, then we arrived only to discover I didn't have any of the forms I needed on hand. That was a real facepalm moment. (At least we hadn't been waiting long when I realized.)
And last week I managed to set a pan full of oil on fire. Indigo asked me to fry up a couple of pork chops before dinner, and the recipe was vague enough about how long the oil needed to heat up that I accidentally left it too long. The next thing I knew, the smoke detector was buzzing and the apartment was full of smoke. I managed to remember that water was the wrong way to deal with an oil fire, but I couldn't remember what the right way was, and I ended up having to take the pan outside and dump it on the concrete outside our door. Came out of the whole ordeal with nothing worse than a pill-sized blister on one arm, but it shook me up pretty thoroughly.
Indigo's been nudging me to get this post written for a few days. Part of it is that she wants me to make better use of my support group, the people who care about me and want to cheer me on. Something was nagging at me about that, though, and I realized what it was tonight -- I haven't been very good support lately myself. I very rarely comment to other people's journals, nor do I often respond to people on Twitter or Plurk, even though those are easier and quicker than journal comments. I feel bad about that, but again, it's hard to get into that habit. Especially when there's so much else going on.
But I do want to say this: If you're reading this, thank you. I may not say it as often as I'd like to, but I really do appreciate the time you're giving me, and any support you ever have or ever will provide.
Cross-posted from shaycaron @ Dreamwidth. Comment here or there as you please.