Updated Science: Why Are Sharks Attracted to Blood?
- Shark Week has been controversial this year, so just remember that we never fear mongered. In fact, it’s been years since we mongered anything.
I find this amusing.
Sometimes I think life is an incredibly weird and mysterious thing.
The sketchy apartments next to our old house burnt down in a rather spectacular fashion Tuesday night. Moving out was a wise decision.
Life gets in the way.
So, just over a month ago, I got rather unexpectedly let go from my job. I don’t really want to rehash what happened, but suffice it to say that my department head was the poster child for the Dunning-Kruger effect. It was actually kind of freeing, because I hadn’t realized how much I was stressed about it and how much I was feeling bored and like I just didn’t have time to fulfill my potential. I was bored and just doing routine things that weren’t really what I wanted.
Two days later, I went out with my lovely gal pal LA, and came home to find that someone had broken into our house while Zee Husband was asleep in bed and stolen some things. I literally saw this asshole walking out of my driveway with a bag of my stuff as I was coming home from being out and about.
This was the last straw. The house was a dump, our landlord was/is a terrible slumlord, and we were getting broken into on an average of twice a year. It was always during the day when no one was home. It was annoying, but stuff is just stuff, and no one was ever in danger, at least in our rationalizations. We stayed there because it was cheap and we wanted to save up and buy a house. Also, we are lazy and moving blows.
If I had come home just a little earlier, and caught this guy in my house or coming down my driveway, I could have been seriously injured or killed. Zee Husband could have been seriously injured or killed.
Since we are now over 30 and both have a healthy fear of death and/or injury, we freaked out and the following week we moved from being a five minute bike ride to downtown…to the ‘burbs. It’s not a totally awful suburb, it’s got a rad little downtown we can walk to, it’s full of normal people and it’s 15 minutes to downtown on the highway.
Moving, however, sucks terribly and is mindbogglingly expensive. As in “I definitely dropped $8000 in the past month” expensive. Also, moving and actually setting up your place and unpacking and making everything look nice is a full time job. A difficult and tiring one.
Part of that massive spending spree was that I purchased my brother’s car from him, as he has just moved across the country for grad school and his girlfriend has a car, so he wanted to get rid of his, and I needed a better car anyway, as my beloved 13 year old bubble car is on its last legs. Literally. The tires are basically shot and I’m pretty sure it needs another wheel bearing replaced. The poor thing limps.
So, no job, but new place with the absolutely magical combination of central air AND a dishwasher, new car, new perspective (also new TV, new couch, new towels, new bookshelves, new desk…we replaced a lot of things).
And you know what? While a younger me would have had a meltdown or gotten really depressed, I’ve only had one day where I was just like “Yup, this sucks and I want my mom and a good cry.” This is what I would call a ‘big win’.
I have an interview in the morning for a super-intensive 10 week web development boot camp this fall that would be a shorter commute than I’ve had in over four years. It’s expensive but we discussed it, and if I get in we’ll figure out getting it financed. It’s a great opportunity for me to go and learn from other people who are smart and driven and passionate about development and learning. It will basically be a full time job for 10 weeks. WANT WANT WANT.
You know what? I’m just really happy that even though quite a few moments have been rather awful lately, a lot of things are far better than they were, we were just too complacent to make changes as drastic as these. Sometimes I honestly do think that the universe is pointing us in the right direction. You just have to be open to seeing the signs.
Ok. I’m done rambling, because I am out of wine and want a cigarette. You may continue about your regularly scheduled business.