There Comes a Time

There comes a time in every young woman’s life (ok, relatively young… slightly still young… remembers what youth was like…vaguely) where she looks around and says “this is it?” I’ve come to this point on more than one occasion. In fact, I seem to come to it every 5 years.

Clearly, there is some level of romantic and employment frustration that feeds into the dissatisfaction. But there are genuine moments of “I’ve got to get moving” that tend to become an overwhelming motivator—not always for good, of course, but motivating none-the-less.

I moved to California without knowing anyone here. A friend and I came on vacation and nine months later I moved here. I was still with The Ex at the time, but he was moving for a job, and I had this consuming impression that I had to find something for myself before that imploded. Of course, I thought it would be a temporary implosion, but still, I moved.

I tend to spend a lot of my time trying to make things easier, better, stronger and/or faster for everyone else. Moving to California was something for me. Would I make the same choice again? Maybe. Would it be a good idea for me to start taking some chances “for me” more frequently? Definitely.

So, yesterday I got on a plane. I hate flying, and I got on a plane anyway. It was time for a little adventure in San Francisco. Today is going to either be an exercise in frustration, or an amazing experience.

Check back later for photos on http://katedating.blogspot.com (I can’t figure out how to upload to myspace with things hosted here). They’ll answer the following question—did Kate: a) elope with the Ex after his quickie annulment, b) spend the afternoon with David Duchovny, or c) get arrested when neither occurred.

Kate

P.S. James McAvoy was on my flight. I wasn’t sure it was him when I was standing next to him in the boarding area. Then I heard the accent. Then I heard his friend mention the name Keira. Pretty much had it sussed at that point. He’s adorable!