What do you do when its 12:07 AM, you've been lying in bed trying to sleep for 3 hours, no one is on facebook, no one is tweeting, and you cant find anything on Pinterest?
Blog.
Well, it's been 8 weeks since I accepted a job, and almost 8 since I started my job. It's stressful, it's frustrating, it's high maintenance It's a job. Just like any other job out there, my job is all of these things. Yet, I think I like it. I'm trying to like the job, because I'm pretty sure I'm not liking Fairfield. But again, I'm trying.
It's a small little town you see. I've never really lived in a small town. I mean I lived in Waverly for 4 years, but being on campus with classes and a job there was soo much going on! The demographic of Fairfield is older (like 75+) young families, or university people. I feel like there isn't much going on for 20 somethings. Granted every week im surprised by how many of us there really are. But we don't do much. We go to the bars on weekends. Occasionally we go do something at night. It baffles me really. Maybe I just dont get out enough to see that there are things going on it town. Or maybe there aren't. Whatever the case may be, it was made clear to me this weekend that my heart isn't in Fairfield Iowa. In no scenario in my head do I see myself being here for the rest of my life. But, here I am. In Fairfield Iowa. Might as well make the best of it, right?
There's a rhino that gets flowers planted in it. There's a farmers market in the summer. There's more percapita restaurants than in San Francisco. there's a Hyvee. A Walmart. Two fancy eating establishments. A crepe place. An organic grocery. My job. and me.
Maybe there is something in this town. And maybe, just maybe, it will grow on me :)
So now, its 12:20 am, I am wide awake and have written a short blog entry. What do I do now? Check Pinterest again and maybe try to sleep. Again.
7:15 am will probably come incredibly early.
