Life in the Nutmeg state.
So it's been two weeks since I moved three hours from NY. I have not made any friends here, and I am not terribly bothered by that. Work takes up most of my time, and in my off time I've been reading and working on my guitar playing.
Life on my own is pretty nice. I keep expecting the rug to be pulled out from under my feet, but so far it hasn't happened. I'm living in a large one bedroom apartment which is literally walking distance from my office. Unfortunately the nature of journalism requires me to always have my car ready at work. My rent is pretty cheap, and I only pay for my electric utility. Unfortunately that means my heat is electric, so i can expect to pay a bit more in the winter. The interesting thing is that each room's heater can be set independently of the others, so I figure I can save money by setting rooms I'm not in to low, and really heating the room I plan to spend time in. Aside from future planning I love the light this place gets in the afternoon, I'm on the westward side of the building. I'm also just up the street from the local catholic church, and I can hear the bells ring every hour. You might think that would get on my nerves, but it's actually rather soothing.
Work keeps me damn busy. I work a regular 40 hour week, with the exceptions that I work Tuesday to Saturday and I can do my 40 hours however works best for me. While that might sound like a dream, it really means that the volume of my work determines how late I work. Some days I've worked ten hours, and other six. I pull to late nights a week, Friday and Saturday. This means any hope for a real social life if rather out of the question right now. My one editor(possibly the most straight forward lady I've met) told me flat out that it's bullshit I have to work late both nights. However, shit rolls down hill, and right now I'm at the bottom of the hill. I cover two towns, Killingly and Woodstock. Woodstock if fairly inconsequential, it's small enough to be run by a board of selectmen instead of a mayor or town council. Killingly is my main concern, and also the town I live in. A lot goes on here for a little place. Some might think reporting local issues is dull, well that's a misconception. There is more intrigue in this little place than old Albany.
Connecticut is a weird place. For one thing, I come from a land that almost requires alcohol to be available every day of the week at almost every hour. Not so in this state. Not only does the Connecticut blue law prohibit the sale of alcohol on Sunday, but you can't buy it after 9 p.m. any day. The moral of the story is stock up on your booze when you can. It's just quirky here, my town manages to keep a general store open, essentially a sears but locally owned. Things just seem to run a bit slower here, plus everyone talks about being new englanders, I'm really not a new englander. New York just sort of stands on it's own in geographic status. I'm just gonna have to deal.
That's really it right now. I'll get paid this week, which is neat. Maybe I'll buy some curtains and a table. I know I'm going to save up for an Xbox and some games. I guess we'll see where all this takes me.
Life on my own is pretty nice. I keep expecting the rug to be pulled out from under my feet, but so far it hasn't happened. I'm living in a large one bedroom apartment which is literally walking distance from my office. Unfortunately the nature of journalism requires me to always have my car ready at work. My rent is pretty cheap, and I only pay for my electric utility. Unfortunately that means my heat is electric, so i can expect to pay a bit more in the winter. The interesting thing is that each room's heater can be set independently of the others, so I figure I can save money by setting rooms I'm not in to low, and really heating the room I plan to spend time in. Aside from future planning I love the light this place gets in the afternoon, I'm on the westward side of the building. I'm also just up the street from the local catholic church, and I can hear the bells ring every hour. You might think that would get on my nerves, but it's actually rather soothing.
Work keeps me damn busy. I work a regular 40 hour week, with the exceptions that I work Tuesday to Saturday and I can do my 40 hours however works best for me. While that might sound like a dream, it really means that the volume of my work determines how late I work. Some days I've worked ten hours, and other six. I pull to late nights a week, Friday and Saturday. This means any hope for a real social life if rather out of the question right now. My one editor(possibly the most straight forward lady I've met) told me flat out that it's bullshit I have to work late both nights. However, shit rolls down hill, and right now I'm at the bottom of the hill. I cover two towns, Killingly and Woodstock. Woodstock if fairly inconsequential, it's small enough to be run by a board of selectmen instead of a mayor or town council. Killingly is my main concern, and also the town I live in. A lot goes on here for a little place. Some might think reporting local issues is dull, well that's a misconception. There is more intrigue in this little place than old Albany.
Connecticut is a weird place. For one thing, I come from a land that almost requires alcohol to be available every day of the week at almost every hour. Not so in this state. Not only does the Connecticut blue law prohibit the sale of alcohol on Sunday, but you can't buy it after 9 p.m. any day. The moral of the story is stock up on your booze when you can. It's just quirky here, my town manages to keep a general store open, essentially a sears but locally owned. Things just seem to run a bit slower here, plus everyone talks about being new englanders, I'm really not a new englander. New York just sort of stands on it's own in geographic status. I'm just gonna have to deal.
That's really it right now. I'll get paid this week, which is neat. Maybe I'll buy some curtains and a table. I know I'm going to save up for an Xbox and some games. I guess we'll see where all this takes me.