I seem to be suffering from a major case of the blahs this week. Or maybe it's just boredom. Part of it may be that I got rejected from 4 different jobs this week. I also have been spending way to much time by myself. I thought when I moved back to my home city, that friends who live here would want to do stuff all the time, and that my social calendar would go back to being full, like it was when I lived here BLS (Before Law School). But my friends are getting older and most of them have children, which takes up a lot of time. Four of them had babies while I was in school. So that means they are pretty much unavailable. And others just found other friends to hang out with since I wasn't there, and forgot what it was like to have me around.
I tell myself this stuff so that I don't start feeling too pitiful about hanging out in my sister's basement so much.
When I worked full time, I was also in school part-time, and volunteered registering voters about 15 hours a week during half the year. I would fantasize about how great it would be if I didn't have to work and could have my days to myself.
Except I never fantasized about doing so without any money and while living with my sister. It's not the wonderland I imagined. I do get out sometimes, to accompany my sis to the grocery store, or take my nephew to his soccer games or even go visit friends once in a while. But the image of taking yoga classes and becoming fluent in multiple foreign languages really can't happen without good old money.
I wish I could barter my legal skills for a fabulous fall wardrobe and a gym membership and Spanish tutor and find a way to fill up my days. (I really do have some legal skills, ya know?)
Recently, I got an email "from" President Obama, encouraging people to volunteer as an homage to the 9/11 victims. So I went on the local volunteer website and sent out some emails. Hopefully, someone will let me volunteer and that should be a good outlet for my nervous energy. This pity party certainly isn't that fun!