I enjoy leaving the house for work. And I enjoy dressing up in colonial clothing, crocheting, and teaching others about Missouri State history on Saturdays. I enjoy when people try to give me tips after I give them a tour, even if it goes straight into the donations box. I enjoy the look on people’s faces when they see that I’m a teenager wearing a shirt that says “Youth Corp”, and yet I’m more informed than they are on any given history subject.
I also enjoy that I am now paid for the work that I did as a volunteer and that I will be (possibly) rehired for winter and summer holidays. Main Street treats me right.
I go back up to uni in two weeks, yet I haven’t even started packing. Admittedly, there is not yet much of a need, but it tickles me that I was actually completely finished packing by this point last year. But, as a returning student, I just don’t really give a shit. I just want back. It’s such a lovely escape from home. Sure, I wish I could see some friends more often, but that’s life.
Life has been teaching me a few lessons lately, one of which happened when I was invited to visit with friends but had to sew an under dress for my outfit at work. I’ll admit to crying at midnight, trying to convince myself that this was the real world and that I wouldn’t always get to be with everyone when I wanted. It had never been a problem for me during high school when I slaved away with student council projects or school plays, but I was always with other people that I cared about. When sitting in my room with a sewing machine and Maroon5 on repeat, it feels a little different–a feeling that I have not commonly felt as resident introvert.
Resident introvert in this corner feels nothing.
She sits by herself and is completely content.
Her abilities to keep herself entertained by only reading and making up stories is phenomenal.
So, feeling bad about not getting to see people was something a little new. And maybe I’ll get used to it as time drags on, creating less and less opportunities for me to have a purely social life alongside working (which, in the past, was just school–not actual work).
But I do love my work. I love the learning opportunities and interesting conversations that can pop up. I love that I can be completely nerdy.
It’s kind of like what I’m doing right now, typing up bloggin’ shit and watching Travel Channel (Anthony Bourdain and Samantha Brown; though not at the same time. I’m fairly certain that he’s made fun of her on his show before). But it’s about Asia, so of course I’m there.
Dude. Dude. Malaysia. I’m gone.