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The New Girl


I started my new job on Monday.  It is a scant 1.6 miles from home, and I took my bike 3 days this week.  It’s all uphill in the morning, which is kicking my butt.  I’m SO SORE.  But the ride home in the evening is glorious, zipping downhill in the gold light of afternoon through the tree-lined village of Claremont.

It’s funny with this new job.  I knew the scope of my life would shrink to something local and quaint.  I knew I would love working with everyone there.  They have been so welcoming.   Still, I didn’t realize how much I would miss Brian now that we are not just a phone call away from each other.  I am spending so much more time alone.  My eccentricities abound.  I zip into work on my vintage-style beach cruiser with a crate on the back, and then proceed to take notes in all the meetings with my fountain pen.  I say “yay” in meetings.   I am more vintage than corporate.

But I’m head over heels in love with Scripps already, and it hasn’t even been a full week.   The orange blossomed lined campus, the vast rose garden kept for cutting, the stained glass windowed library, and the massively friendly staff all say I can ride out being the new girl.

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Of Bikes and Dream Jobs

I told Brian about my idyllic little picture last night. This is the conversation we had:

Brian: Stop saying that!! You’ve stolen MY dream, just so you know.

Me: Really? You want to ride around on a teal beach cruiser?

Brian: Well, you know, less dresses and a manlier bike. Like without the wicker basket but with a grappling gun mounted on the handle bars. That’s super manly. I work on the second floor, so I’ll totally need a way to get to my office. I’ll just shoot that thing into the window. They make grappling guns for bikes, right?

Me: Ummm…

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