So we both have found jobs we love!! I found one in a local bakery where I will be hopefully gaining the manager position within a few months, and I’m in charge of planning events (one of my passions!), and Curls found one working on the beach educating the youth of America! When we moved here, we had no dream jobs in mind, but we did have our passions in mind and are very lucky to have both found things that played to them.
What we’re doing didn’t make much sense to a lot of people, but it did to us, and everything is working out great! Now we just need to make friends! Exclamation points aside, I don’t want anyone to be misled , and the fact that I’m super optimistic and that you never want to mention the struggles makes it seem that everything is easy peasy, but it wasn’t and it isn’t. We struggled finding jobs, and looking back, we found great ones pretty quickly, but as each day goes by and you’re running out of money and you have no idea that a job is just around the corner, it’s scary and depressing. We both definitely struggled, Curls took a job she hated before she heard she got the one she really wanted, and we definitely second and third guessed our choices every day that we didn’t have a job or friends or money to do anything. Reminding yourself of the reasons behind your choices doesn’t ease that tight feeling in your chest that slowly builds to panic, and we’re both so thankful that it was not even a month that we had to go through that before we found our great jobs.
So if you’ve moved to a new city or plan to, or you’re making some big life changes, remember that the euphoria you feel when talking and thinking about it is awesome and will spur you on, but that it will be hard, that you will struggle, that even though you can write in your blog or tell your friends: “yeah we found an awesome place to live after just 2 days of searching” (though it’s not as centrally located as we’d like) and “we found great jobs within a month” (oh and we went through a month of rejection and struggles) and “we went out for drinks and there were fireworks!” (but just on on our own cuz we don’t have friends here yet) and “it’s awesome and we love it here” (but we miss our friends, and how easy everything was when you’re life was established and stable). No one likes to fail, or to be wrong, and when a lot of people look at your choices like their crazy, and you even think you might have chosen the wrong city or the wrong time to move, even hinting at it out loud will be admitting those doubts, those feelings of insecurities, but it’s important to recognize them. Because you don’t appreciate what comes easily and the struggle is what makes the payoff even greater.
So just remember, it’s not going to be easy, it’s not supposed to be, but remember those feelings of euphoria and they will tide you over until you get that call about the job you wanted, or you meet someone who could be a new bestie…. and until then, enjoy the sunshine.
hello! curly here. clearly i’m not good at this blogging thing. but i’m not surprised. so the most interesting things for me lately have been the job hunt and the friend hunt. friends matter to me a lot more than monies..but a job can be a great way to make friends! and looking for a job can be a great way to spend a lot of time when you don’t have any friends and are in danger of becoming lonely! tonight i learned that hostessing is not for me. i got hired recently and tonight was my first night of training. it was fine, and it will be fine, but it is just not something i’m going to really enjoy. and i’m a big believer in the fact that life was meant to be enjoyed, at every moment. the best part about tonight was the awesome girl that trained me! she was really sweet and may become one of our first friends in savannah. however, this particular hosting position is for one person. so that means that once i’m through training i’ll be working alone. all by myself. for hours. not for me….just really not for me. also you have to wear all black…and i believe in colors. bright ones. everywhere.
that said, i wish i would write more but i need to go to sleep so i can wake up early and dress in all black and go to the restaurant. oh joy.
(in brighter news, i had an interview for an awesome job today and it went really well! so hopefully i’ll get that one and can get outta this one stat.)
Today we finally treated ourselves to something we had been eyeing since we moved in to our new neighborhood. Back in the Day Bakery. The minute we walked in I fell in love. The decor is straight out of my Pinterest dreams. We had heard amazing things about it, and the case was looking a bit empty by the time we got to it, which was late in the afternoon. Curls ordered Miss Cheryl’s Brownie, and I ordered a slice of chocolate cake. We took them to go, since we had to have dinner first, and though we were able to wait until the dishes were washed (but maybe not dried), we did not wait long enough to take a picture. Luckily other fans have had more willpower than us, and I found a great picture online. If you click the pic, it will take you to the site where you can find even more amazing pictures. Let me just tell you though, this place surpassed the hype, which I didn’t think was possible. Best brownie we have ever had (except for Mom’s blondies of course!) and the cake was amazing. The chocolate icing had the perfect flavor and texture, and I know what I’m talking about, I worked in one of Annapolis’s best bakeries for four years! Today we learned the true meaning of “melts in your mouth” Brava Back in the Day, Brava.
My plan for myself when I decided to move to a new city was to get a real job. I have worked as a waitress for over nine years since my first job in high school. It was a great job during school, I was able to work full time while going to college full time and the money was great. I finally walked across the stage in May 2010, and it was a moment of relief for me, to get that diploma so that I could move on in life with a college degree under my belt. My focus wasn’t to get a great job where I made more money or had a 401K, I was ready to hit the road. So I continued working as a waitress all summer, then went to Europe for three months to visit family, travel with friends and do an underwater archaeology field school in Spain. nbd.
When I came back, I decided I wanted to move somewhere, live in a new city, explore the world and life. So I kept working (my restaurant was amazing and had kept my job for me while I was cruising round Europe) with the goal of saving up for the next step. 10 months later, I was leaving for a month in Central America with friends (and had convinced Curls to join us for the last two weeks!) with the idea of moving to Savannah when I got back. Through my planning stages of what city to move to (Miami, Chicago, Savannah, London) I started to think about using my degree that I had earned over a year ago to apply to jobs outside of the restaurant industry. Jobs with benefits, paid vacations, a normal monday-friday work week so I could have weekends free. So when we got to Savannah I applied to a few of those jobs, they all happened to be at SCAD, and I have yet to hear anything, about a month later.
With my savings used up I just need a job at this point, and I walked into two restaurants that were hiring and was offered a job at one, and did a trial shift for one that has just opened and is looking for the right kind of staff. The first offer I have yet to hear from, the second makes their decision next week, and I will be applying to a few others this week. On one hand, I’m disappointed in not getting that grown-up job, though I will keep applying to them. On the other, I have all the perks of a restaurant job: good money, flexible schedule, and low commitment. Hopefully I’ll be starting one soon, after being a server for so long and walking out with money in my pocket each day, this not earning money thing is getting old, and all of our cute projects for the house are on hold til we start bringing in an income. Not to mention, it’s hard to explore a new town when you don’t have any money to spend! So we’ll be finding ways to enjoy Savannah on a very tight budget in the next few weeks.
"do you have a job?"
the number one question we received when we told our friends, families, and strangers we were moving to savannah. okay fine, number two. the first was “do you have a place to live?”. the answer to both of these, obviously, was no. absolutely not. where’s the fun in that? it was a little ridiculus they were asking these questions….especially considering the fact we had only just gotten back from a similarly unplanned trip to central america. i mean, really, do you guys not know us at all? well….that makes us sound completely irresponsible. that’s not necessarily true. one of us (i won’t name names) is incredibly responsible and planned everything fairly thoroughly…the other just packed a bag the night before and jumped on the band wagon. but we both share a love of adventure and a desire to live….really, truly live. and you can only do that when you challenge yourself, move away from your comfort zone (literally), and get out there! so that’s how we got here….
the current here is savannah, georgia. the responsible one did some research and thought it would be a great place to live and pursue a few particular passions (more on those later). so 10 hours and a full car later, we arrived in the south and started looking for a place to live. 2 days, 9 places, and one hotel room later, we signed a lease and began to move in! and they said we were being rash….
and now, after a few weeks of unpacking, visiting home for the holidays, and unpacking another car full of stuff, we are finally settled in. we love our home with its quirky, uneven loft and will be sharing before and after pictures, diy projects, and our quest for jobs, friends, and adventures in our new town! we aren’t going to advertise this blog in any way, so if you’ve found us then welcome! and lucky you.
this should be fun!
-freckles and curls.