Welcome to the working world

After driving about 5,000 miles in a month, I moved officially to San Diego and started my life as a working adult. I was already working as a wedding server on the weekends in Fallbrook and freelancing for the North County Times (I've had two stories run so far -- one about a missions fundraiser and one about a new rabbi at a temple in North County.) But my third job as an editorial assistant at Triathlete magazine started two weeks ago. It's my first 9 to 5 office job, and it's in my industry -- such a blessing! The job is actually an internship and only 24 hours a week, but it's actually really nice because there's not so much pressure on me. My editor, Somyr (pronounced Summer), is a great teacher and views this as a learning experience. Plus, they're giving me a few writing assignments, which is more than the last intern got to do. I love that they keep me busy those 24 hours a week, and that they're actually using me, which is different than other internships I've had.

After my first day of work, I hung out with Steve, and he bought a bottle of wine to share (to go with our leftover spaghetti) as a congratulations for finishing my first day of real work. He told me, "There's no turning back. Welcome to the working world."


On the 4th of July, Steve and I hung out in the scorching Escondido weather (I realize it's not that hot compared to Texas, but he's also not using air conditioning). Then we went to a sushi dinner in Del Mar with some friends (sushi on 4th of July felt a little weird and unpatriotic, but it was delicious). I really wanted to see fireworks, even though the rest of the group didn't, so Steve and I headed back to Escondido, parked in a parking lot in downtown, and watched the fireworks from the bed of his truck. We had a warm Mexican blanket and some Starbucks because it had cooled down about 30 degrees since the afternoon. Our friends Chris and Tiff, who live nearby, drove over to watch the Grape Day Park fireworks with us. Then we made a quick getaway and beat all the traffic. That may turn into a tradition.