I have been back to Jersey for over a week now, taking the time to decompress and relax while waiting for my first job interview later this week. Meanwhile, I got to have fun on New Year’s Eve playing trivia and participating in Philly’s ball drop for the first time; then spending the next evening going to my friend’s first drag show in a long time on New Year’s Day.
The weather has been far warmer than anything I have experienced back in Missoula. Daytime is at least an hour longer. I am not couped up in my bedroom sharing a residency with a stranger who rarely mingled with me, only coming out when I was in my room.
I try watching cable TV—meh, still pretty much full of mind-numbing shows with commercials even more mind-deadening.
I will (hesitantly) restart my concierge subscription plan with Plume (not endorses) on Friday, with my final paycheck from DFTBA, or even as early as after the above-mentioned interview if I know I got the job. I’m stick with my HRT gel treatment to keep my mood swings in check, as costly as it is for me at the moment.
Jersey is home. Moving back west finally answered that “what if” I had long thought about since returning west over a decade ago. The answer is … it wouldn’t have worked out.