I’ve been a full-time, working resident of a tiny Oregon beach town for a little over a week now and there are some glaring side effects of moving across the country and starting a job that I noticed/have to handle more maturely.
1. Here, the speed limit is the absolute limit. In Pennsylvania, going five or ten over the speed limit is usually safe. But people here are terrified of reaching the speed limit, which makes for an interesting commute in the morning. And guess what. It’s only going to get SLOWER once the tourists begin arriving in the summer.
2. There is never enough money, but even more so when you just carted your life across the country and your first paycheck isn’t coming for a month. Dinner around here is turning into a Donner party situation. My boyfriend’s mother is sending us boxes of elbow macaroni. Boxes. Plural. She’s shipping, literally, oodles of noodles 2,600 miles to feed us.
3. The three-hour time difference has seriously impaired my partying abilities. One glass of wine and an episode of “Who the (Bleep) Did I Marry?” and I’m out by 8:30.
4. Finals are absolutely nothing compared to a newspaper deadline. Finals never had me running room to room and then back to the original room because my boss is trying to intercom me in every single room of the building just as I leave it. Finals never put me in charge of proof-reading, editing, proof-reading and editing again and then sending to print 30 pages that a county will rely on for their week’s news. Also, I never really cared about my finals grades as much as I cared about the suggestions my boss sends me the day after we print and half of them are things I need to do differently. Finals never made me want to crawl under a rock and die.
You’d think with all this that I’m unhappy, but this is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. I like that I’m doing what I always wanted and that it’s driving me crazy. I like that I live in a town that’s forcing me to dial back my road rage. I love that I’m exhausted every night because that means I’m doing something worth while. But the best part of all of it is that I get to do all of this with someone who’s going through the same thing, and I love.
I just have to remember that the next time I’m stuck behind a school bus going 20 in a 45.