My Second Day

I just moved to Tucson for the year, and I don't have much to unpack. I left a house full of items in New York with my husband and only brought two suitcases and a carry on with my to Arizona. One of the first things I did when I got to Arizona was purchase new transportation:  a new-to-me 2004 Honda Shadow Aero motorcycle.

My new bike is such a beauty. It's a bike on steroids, and it cost more than I'd planned. When will I learn that a trip to the mechanic will always cost $150-300 more than quoted, an apartment will never be as cheap as I hope, and the sales staff will always talk me into buying some type of extra before I sign a contract?

I moved here to start my consulting business, but things are moving more slowly than planned. Of course, all of the expenses are piling up faster than expected, and I shouldn't be surprised by that, either. It looks like I'll be looking for a second job soon. Who would have expected that clients wouldn't be tripping over themselves begging for my work just because I hung a shingle outside my door? If life were that easy, everybody would be taking rides through the mountains on a beautiful day like today, or sipping fruity drinks in the Bahamas, or doing whatever it is they prefer to do when they're enjoying the sunshine and the breeze.

The downstairs neighbor finally turned his television off. In the day that I've lived here, it's been fairly quiet during the day then around 5:00 p.m. he switched it on. Then when he goes to bed, he turns off the tv in the living room and turns it on loudly in his bedroom where it stays turned on until he leaves again in the morning. I also awoke repeatedly to loud banging noises from my neighbors apartment, but they were in short, fast blasts, so the noise had ended before I retrieved my phone to call the complex security. This morning, the front landing was covered in broken glass.

I miss my home in rural, Amish country New York.  Although now that everyone has left for work, the complex is quiet, the birds are singing in the trees, my windows are open, and it is lovely to sit at my desk. I just wish I had work, not a blog.

I work best during the day, early in the morning. I would rather proof something, rewrite something, edit something, than create fresh text in the early morning (unless it's my personal journal). This sounds ungrateful, but I'm not good at writing about me. That's why I started this blog. Oh, sure, I talk about myself all the time. I've got my old Livejournal where I did nothing except blather about myself, but that was anonymous.