All About Ms. World's World

Where's Ms. World?

The truth is that I've almost forgotten that I have a blog and use to proudly call myself a "blogger." Now I use another word to describe myself, "homeowner." I've been living it up in my newly purchased condominium in East Coast City X! Do you know what my owning a home means? Yes, God performs miracles.

I love my new pad and the tax deductions I'll get as a homeowner. Now I have to decorate the place with the help of IKEA, Macy's, Domino magazine, and all the stuff I brought in Japan and in my travels! And please feel free to send me any good decorating advice.

New Addiction

an This is my new addiction! McD's premium coffee is relatively cheap (compared with Starbucks & Dunkin Donuts) and is pretty good. My BFF Wenona had raved about McD's new coffee but I never tried it until I recently moved to the suburb's of east coast city X. I've been drinking it since last Friday and I'm hooked. I had briefly given up Starbucks' vanilla lattes for Dunkin Donuts coffee but McD's is closer to my home. I have a feeling this will be a short-term addiction because I think I could lose 15 pounds a year just swearing off coffee. Of course, I would stop drinking McD's coffee any day if I could score some high-quality chai. Where is the chai-wallah when you need them?

The Land of the Master

Lately, I've been very busy in east coast city X looking for a job, meeting people, and networking. I've looked for a job many times but  networking like a maniac is a new thing for me. And I'm happy to report that there is fun to be found in networking.

The truth is I've never been a huge networker because an aspect of my personality hates asking strangers to help me out (unless I'm in a foreign country). I'm very big on doing things all by myself or only asking for help from my mother, brother, and close friends. I really prefer relying on myself because I'm guaranteed to get things done. However, it has dawn on me in recent weeks that networking is the key to job hunting.

I'm happy to say that I'm enjoying networking. It is interesting and fun to talk to so many different people about their work which usually leads to a conversation about their lives and choices.

One thing I've discovered in east coast city X is a preponderance of people with advanced degrees (MA, MS, MBA, JD, PhD). Everyone seems to have a master's degree here which surprised me. And I feel like the staple master's degree is in international relations. This has killed any interest I had in possibly pursuing another advanced degree in that field.

I fit in because I too have a master's degree, so I can join the masses of well-educated or over-educated folks (depending on who you are) in the battle to land a permanent gig. The competition is tight but I'm confident in my skill set. I also believe I have something interesting and different to offer. 

The 411

My life is all about networking to get a j-o-b! URGH! I'm also working on getting my fire (as my mother calls it) or my mojo (as my brother calls it) back.

Yes, it is true that doing the past several months, I've lost my groove(or fire or mojo). And honestly, my life isn't the same without it pumping through my veins and getting me psyched about life.

I can't seem to get very excited about anything these days besides my niece, drinking coffee, seeing friends since I now live near a few of them, new meeting people since I know less than 10 people in the area, and books. This isn't conducive to gaining employment. I do my best not to think about my past world travels or my time in Japan because I fall into nostaglia-land which isn't conducive to gaining employment either.

I miss my mojo (fire, groove). I feel like part of me is gone. I'm so blah. And people have called me many names in my life but never blah. I hope it is a seasonal issue or once every few years occurence. I look forward to snapping out of it.

Movement is essential to growth

Rule Number One- Move! And I did move on Monday, October 23rd. My mother had spent Sunday evening packing bags with the contents of my newly purchased wardrobe. Meanwhile, I was prepping or as the Brits say revising, for an upcoming test. On Monday morning, my mother drove to an airport in the Midwest (located in a neighboring city). Meanwhile, I dozed in and out of sleep when I was attempting to prep for the damn test. By 14:00 hours (military style), I was on my way to a brand new life.

The city I've moved to is on the east coast of the U.S. but it isn't la citta de Nueva York. I can't do New York F*nkin' City anymore. I'm 35 years old and I want to own the place where I lay my head (eventually). And I know that ain't going to happen in the Big Apple.

I have family in this new place that I'm trying to call home. Mia fratello (my brother in Italian) lives here. And I officially have two friends living in the area. I think I'm pretty well-off. I have a theory that a person needs at least one true friend to survive in the world. It is great when you're blessed with lots of good friends but if you have one person whom you are comfortable calling at 3 in the morning, you have a support system.