well, it's been about a month since I've written. The gray reality of living in Olympia is setting in...although it feels more like I'm simply losing the battle of denying it. Either way, I'm here. MIT as well do something with it I guess. In February I interviewed deeply for a job at the kids museum here only to get oddly strung along (after several in depth interviews) only to be ghosted on. I went to Reno for a week and hung out with friends and family. Got to play with my little Wybear and see what my girlfriends have been up to. Before I got home I had this deep feeling of FOMO and panic that the world there was gonna forget me, move on, and evolve sans Mallory. thats not the case at all. If anything, it gave me a chance to see and experience how slowly things do move in Reno and that left me feeling anything but left behind. I feel like a woman with no tribe. A few toes in Reno, a few toes in Olympia sort of awkwardly balancing, reluctant to put my weight down. I wont be able to hold this pose for long and that's probably a good thing. through word of Gallery Boom I was able to land an interview as a ceramicists assistant, private studio, commercial work, including a sales position at the local farmers market. it seems promising. We've worked together one day so far and hit it off wildly. I imagine I'm going to learn a lot from this partnership. Ive also gotten my work into a new venue--Cascadia Homebrew. It's a little muggy home brew spot that caters to all ages shows, live music, beer enthusiasts, etc. I'm hanging work today. Here is a peek; and this will conclude the driest, most unfunny, completely factual month update ever.
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no matter how i fight it, olympia is grinding on me. not in that mildy tolerable ''oh it's just not like home'' way either. in another way. in a different vein. an artery. right to the kisser, through the heart.
The more poor I get and the better I get at being poor, the more I reevaluate what's valuable to me. Health, peace of mine, that of my family's...gas and cigarettes. The holes in my socks are okay cuz no one sees them. The fact that dinner and a movie are no longer on the table because chicken broth and pasta are cheap (and the internet) is just fine. Phone bill is a priority cuz my friends and family rule. New paints? Nah, I've got some old weird colors I can use. New canvas? Nah, just paint over some old shit. $50 has more use and I can now make a penny talk, Grandma. I have love from my Babeduder that keeps my fires stoked and lit, the support of far away hands, trust in the universe that it'll work out, and half a pack of smokes that feel like gold in my glovebox. Poor? Sure. But lest we forget: |
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