Last week I interviewed for a part-time teaching position as a percussion “caption head” for a marching band at a school along the Northeast Corridor train line. It went very well, except for the percussion part of it. I should have known better than to interview for something with which I have little experience, but I’m glad I did anyway. Almost needless to say, I wasn’t awarded the position.
I’m moving to a new apartment at the end of the week. It will be the first time since 1999 I will be living sans roommate. This weekend I packed most of my belongings except for what I need over the next few days. That’s all I’ll say about that for now.
My mother is still trying to convince me to move to the west coast area. She thinks the Las Vegas area would be pefect; it’s growing and supposedly there are lots of jobs and a reasonable cost of living.
A few weeks ago, after eating dinner with my father and his girlfriend (not sure what to call her really, “girlfriend” sounds too immature and “lover” just sounds…. uhhh), Denise asked me if I resented him. Now that he’s together with A. and her kids, they have done a large amount of traveling all over the world. They have gone both with and without the kids to Italy, eastern Europe, western Europe, and on cruises. Right now, they are on a cruise to Alaska. My parents never did anything like this with each other or with me and my brother; our extent of travel was a one-week spring break drive to Florida to visit relatives. And as kids stuck with each other in the car, the trip was mostly unenjoyable. Sometimes I want to just tell him, “It’s not fair!” I want to go on lots of wonderful trips.