Well, it has been a while since I have written in my journal. I suppose it hasn’t been as long as some of the other gaps that I have left in time. IN any event, I am sitting in my apartment in Salt Lake City, and I probably really should be going to bed. It has been along couple weeks, between moving out here, starting work, and getting my life organized in a brand new place. As much as I would like to be able to say that I have been here before, I really never have. Park City just isn’t the same, and it is a very sheltered view of this area.
I like work, the theatre is a great place. I am working with some really nice people. It is a small group of permanent employees, it is very impressive the scale that we work in. It will certainly take a while to get used to the schedule, but it is nice to be doing what I have wanted and learned to do. Today was the first day that I really did show work. Not that the work that I was doing before was not important, but I think that I got to the point where I needed to start using things to be able to find a better way for them to be organized. I did a lot of work cleaning up the light cage and my office, and inventorying templates. I think that even through the grind of the season I will find more organization. I suppose I did do one other productive task, and that was replace the dead lamps in the chandeliers in the lobby.
I have to say, I never really thought about just how much it costs to make a move like this. I mean I came here with basically my clothes and my computer. I have been trying to round up things like furniture. You never really think about the fact that something simple like a chair is a lot more expensive than you think. I suppose, especially for someone like me who could build something like a kitchen table, when you see the price tag on one it seems very expensive. So right now, my only furniture is a mattress that I got myself, a desk and chair, TV stand, and a floor chair that I borrowed from Uncle Jeff’s. I should be able to pick up my kitchen table on Friday, which will be nice, and my parents are sending me some furniture from IKEA.
My family has been very supportive of my move, and everyone is proud of me. I suppose that is a good thing. I have to say, though, that the day that Becca flew home after driving out here with me was a pretty hard day. I don’t know if I have ever really felt so alone before. I mean it wasn’t really until that point that it struck me as to just how far away from everyone I know I am here, and how I really didn’t know anyone here. Now I do, and I am sure that as time goes by and I start getting out more I will meet more people. I feel like I haven’t had time to get out because when I get home from work I am tired and I don’t really want to do anything except unwind and eat and go to bed. I am sure that I will get used to it all and things will start working out better.
I am going to try and find the Jews this weekend; that will be a good thing. I can probably meet some good people there. Maybe I will be able to get back in the habit of regularly attending services on the weekends. That would be a good thing.
I think that I really need to hit the sack,
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