Left Arizona

I finally made the bold move and left Arizona and all of its people.

As a result, I broke up with my boyfriend. It's been somewhat of a sad time. People tell me it's normal to mourn over a relationship, even if the other person was an asshole. Sometimes I feel self-centered enough to think that God is basing all of his jokes around me. For instance, my mother and I were in this ho-dunk grocery store that was playing Celine Dion when we walked in. I was trying to choose which toothpaste to buy when suddenly, the song that would be considered to most as "our song" (me and Noe) came on. It was none other than "I'll Be Your Mirror" by The Velvet Underground & Nico. My heart sank, and I thought in my head, "Why, dammit? Of all the songs that could be playing during the 10 minutes I'm in here, why did this one have to come on?" And I'm pretty damned sure I've never, ever heard that song in a damned grocery store.

But it's all normal, I guess. It's been strange going from living in the city, surrounded mostly by Mexicans, Native Americans, and young hipsters to living in this small town that consists of old, white people. Any young people I see, judging by the way they dress and the friends they have, I'm almost positive they listen to Kid Rock or AC/DC and think it's the best. Bleh.

So, I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I'm with my parents now, and I need to obtain a $20 Florida license. Yeah. Twenty dollars. Isn't that ridiculous?

I'm bummed out that I left practically all of my art supplies in Arizona to either be thrown away or forgotten about. Noe's sisters are pretty artistic, and I told his mom they could have anything I left.

Not sure when I'll start looking for a job. I know that being a waitress, I can make a lot of money in very little time, but I'm going to try and go with a retail job. It'll only be for my sanity's sake.

Until next time...