Today, in a fever-induced stupor, I lay in bed and read through this entire blog form start to finish. First impression: Holy shit there are a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes.
Second Impression: It's funny how the same people and places on these pages all the way back to 2004 have continued slipping in and out of my life.
I think I owe you a bit of an update. Before I can pick up rocking where I left off we all need to get on the same page. A list of key characters:
G2K: Still beautiful, now more than 2K miles away and engaged to be wed (but not to me). These days she is the voice inside the computer. Showing up in chats non-stop on my desktop, on my blackberry (yes, I'm now old enough to have a blackberry and yes, I hate that fact so F-off) on my laptop and anywhere else I find myself in the GChat hole. She's always there. offering advice. Offering observations. Offeringa window into a life I decided to leave behind.
Text Message Girl: No Idea. Last I heard she was living in Santa Monica. I have tried to keep out of any of the past trouble I caused there.
The Hyphen: Seattle and happy. Still, much like me, mostly frozen in time all the way back to 2006.
Awkward Girl: Moved to Texas, worked in a cupcake bakery, moved back, called me up, asked to be friends with benefits. Went for it. Met another guy. Disappeared.
Mormon #1: No Idea.
Mormon #2: Broke my heart. Twice. Despite the fact that I saw the whole thing coming from a mile away. Twice.
Sorority Girls: Remembers that I used to work in the kitchen of a sorority house way back in college? Well I run into those girls all the time. Other cities, other states. Doesn't matter. It's not like I go looking for them. Somehow they just seem to find me...
My Grandfather: Still occasionally visits me in dreams. Doesn't offer the same kind of advice he used to. Now it's more just watching on, checking in. A spectator more than anything else. I'm happy to have him watching.
Hawaiian Girl: I did finally get that date. About 1600 miles west and fours years after the place and time I first asked for it. A random encounter on a street corner this summer brought us back together again. Typical.
I think that about rounds it up, doesn't it? Does it? Wait, did I forget someone?
Oh Right. Me.
I continue to do what I do best: Get lost and find my way out again. I worked in journalism for a while. Had fun but didn't love it. I worked in politics for a while. Had fun but didn't love it. I worked as a bartender for a little while. Had fun... Then I did what any good twenty-something does when they need to buy a little time: I went back to school. Two years of precious quasi-freedom working towards my *gulp* MBA. Ya. I know, I know. I don't know know what I was thinking. Actually I do. I got a big old scholarship.
Do I love it? No. Am I pretty good at it? Yes. Good enough to top most of my classmates, bag an amazing summer internship? Yes. Where? In, you guessed it. California. (are you seeing the pattern yet?). This time in San Francisco where I must say all my dreams came true.
If that wasn't good enough I somehow got accepted to study abroad in Central America. When? Now. Did I forget to mention that? I think I did.
And so, here we are. A little older, a little wiser, a little weirder but still the same old Tayden.