Driving Miss Megan

Driving in the Bay Area brings back not-so-fond memories of driving in Los Angeles.

Last week I found myself unintentionally heading toward San Francisco, when my plan was to go in the completely opposite direction.

At first I blamed Google Maps, and was formulating the angry letter I was going to pen them, but later I realized it was my own fault for not writing down the directions correctly. Hate it when that happens.

Fortunately, I remained calm as cars swarmed the lane for the Bay Bridge I was in, making the wait to cross it longer and longer. I even got an appreciative wave from one guy I let in front of me. (I am a big fan of the appreciative wave.)

So I just waited and waited. Luckily I had some cash to pay the toll, and before I knew it, I was headed into San Francisco. Aaaahhhh!!!!

There was no turning back, unless I wanted to drive into the Bay. So I just kept going. Once I saw some exits, I debated, Left or right, left or right. I opted to go where less people were headed.

Exiting, I swooped back around and headed right back over that bridge. It was a quick trip into the city, and now I know I can get there if I really want to.

They say it's good to face your fears, and in this case, maybe they were right, but it really is my intention to never ever ever drive in that city. (Again.)

A day in the life...

It's been a week since my "big move" to the Bay Area.

I don't really feel as though I've moved yet, because I'm still in that transitional-unknown-limbo place.

Trying to keep busy and each day productive is a bit of a challenge, but I think I'm doing OK.

I set my alarm for 7:30 a.m., and sometimes I get up or sometimes, like today, I hit snooze.

I then make my bed, which is an air mattress in the middle of Cat and Josh's living room, make some coffee, and do my Bible study.

Then I turn on my computer, turn on the music and browse for jobs. I try apply for at least one a day.

Then I write some.

Only then will I put a stamp on my day and go to sleep knowing I did something.