Last week marked six months of living in San Diego. It seems to have flown by. It’s been almost ten months since I left Thailand, which is baffling. And somehow, it’s been almost that long since I stopped drinking.
My life is pretty routine these days. I wake up at 6 or 7, lay in the cozy warmth of my bed for a while until I can face the chilly air in my bedroom. Eventually I get up, do some yoga and meditation, get ready for my day, cook breakfast, pack lunch, do some work on my computer, maybe run errands or go for a walk. Then around 9:30 I leave for work.
Working at Sony has been great so far. While I’m legally bound to not discussing what I do, I can tell you I’m a game test analyst and I do a lot of game test…analysis. And no, it is not the same as Grandma’s Boy, which everyone seems to want to know.
I typically work from 10-7, cook dinner when I get home, and try not to immediately fall asleep. While I’ve regained the bulk of my health, my strength seems to be a little slow to catch up. Even though I spend most of the day sitting, I am typically exhausted when I get home. Working on rebuilding my strength little by little.
I made a decision to delete social media for the month of March. I felt it was an unproductive waste of time and I was far too addicted to it for my own good. So I deactivated my accounts and took a break.
While the break was well-intentioned, it turned out to be short-lived. A friend of mine in Thailand had a sudden brain injury and was left in a coma. Her husband created a facebook page to give everyone updates on her condition and I was suddenly faced with the fact that social media is sometimes a huge gift and vital method of communication. So I reactivated my accounts so that I could continue to stay connected. I try to limit my time on them, still.
It’s strange that my life seems so normal now. People who meet me here are meeting a version of myself I’m quite unfamiliar with. I’m stationary, stable, employed in a somewhat traditional job. I don’t have any crazy vices or partying habits. I’m incredibly unexciting. But after a decade of pretty nonstop chaos, I think I’m happy to be where I am. I haven’t traveled anywhere in months, but I’ve worked on making this town feel like home.
Knowing me, there’s a good chance I won’t stay here forever. But for now, I’m content.