A new month has started and with it comes new responsibilities. New problems. New everything. I just moved away from everything I knew and was comfortable with so that I could get settled in at the Center for Cartoon Studies in White River Junction. So far, the move hasn't been easy.
I'm struggling to find some decent employment around here, I have some potential prospects but I'm sure that none of them will give me free pizza on Fridays. I'm living off of the money that I saved up over the last six months when I knew I would be moving. But, of course, I had to get two new tires, and oil change, and other petty things like eating.
I like the area we moved to, it's quiet and quaint. But I can't shake the feeling of being incredibly bored. It could be that there is nothing exciting going on in Woodstock, VT (except a farmer's market on Wednesdays from 3-5), or it could be the fact that I'm not spending forty hours a week busting my ass at a job, so that I can come home and complain that I don't have any free time. I could be a combination of the two.
To bid my time I've been working on an essay titled L.P.R., keeping up with my daily comic book diary, and laying out pages for a new comic book. But still, I find myself on the internet all too often. I think the only people on the internet as much as me are teenagers who don't have cars and just got out of school for summer vacation. Ah, too be young.