I moved back home

I haven't written a post for awhile because I was in the process of moving from Colorado back to LA. I've now been in town for a little over a week, and finally I am able to allow myself to settle in. To say the least, it is a bit strange to be home. Not much has changed since I left, and yet everything is different. When I left LA, I had a great little apartment to myself near Los Feliz, a job that drove me insane (but paid the bills and left me enough money to buy the designer stuff I loved), and a huge community of friends and family that proved to be the greatest reason for my return. Now that I am back, I have roomate (who has a great house and has been so kind to let me stay), no job (but lots of opportunities, I am setting up meetings on a daily basis), but I still have my family and friends. Somedays, (like when i got a cracked windshield or when a guy drove into my car, leaving a nasty scuff) I wonder, "what the fuck am I doing back here?" But most days (like today, when i wandered the Japanese gardens for free, and enjoyed the 70 degree weather) I realize, this is where I belong.

As of now, I am unsure as to what my time in LA is leading to...but career-wise, If I am unable to find a job I like in the coming weeks, I may have to take a job at the local Church of Scientology...I mean, I worked at a Deli, how hard can scientologists be??