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It's been a while since I've really written an entry. It's not that life is boring, it's just lacking story-telling, I think. I have been home in MA for three-and-a-half months now. Professionally, it has been difficult. I have been throwing ideas at the wall to see if they stick. Advertising to get portrait clients hasn't proven to be worth it, really. I will be teaching some courses in a few weeks, both in a continuing ed situation, and in a one-day seminar scenario. I'm not sure if I even enjoy teaching, but we'll see. I have been taking on photography clients for one-on-one sessions too. That starts tomorrow.

I have been scheduled to photograph a wedding. Actually, two people came to me to cover their wedding and the weddings were on the same day. How weird is that?! I'm interested in continuing with birth coverage, but it's tricky. Area birthing centers either do not want a photographer in their center or they are contracted with a company already - I'm pretty sure they just photograph the baby once they are no longer gooey and purple. Where's the fun in that?

My parents are going to hire me to photograph some of the architectural spaces they designed. I don't have much experience in architectural photography, so that should be interesting.

I miss what I do/did for a living. (If you're not making a living, I guess you're not actually doing it for a living anymore. Or, at least not for the time being). I entered random homes every day. Interacted with new people every day. I miss shooting every day. Every day.

And it's not the same to go out and simply find something to photograph. That's like when I would complain to mom that I was bored and she would say, "Well, I can think of plenty of things for you to do!" Doing chores doesn't fix the boredom. They're just chores.

Personally, life is different too. I love my friends here, of course, but they are in a different place than I am my FL friends were when I lived down south. Most of my friends here, aside from my one friend from FL who moved to Boston, are married and having children. It's a strange change from being surrounded by single friends in FL.

I have gone on a few dates since being home in MA. They were shrug-inducing, basically. And that's not to say they weren't perfectly nice people. It's just that I didn't want to hang out with them again.

Last week, I went on a date with a guy who seemed promising. It's rare that I meet someone who I genuinely find interesting. Very rare. After a few dates, he seemed cool. Then, ultimately, he just disappeared. I have a guess as to why (oh, I'm sorry, was I not interested in sleeping with you on our second date? Too bad so sad for you).

It's strange, this feeling that things just aren't going to go your way. Ever. I believe that it will, eventually. I mean, it kind of has too, right? Otherwise, what the fuck is the point? I just wonder how long it will take. I hope karma exists and I hope that jerk gets the clap. The tall, ivy-leaguer with a sense of humor turned out to be a grade-A a-hole. 'Does wonders for a girl's faith in others.

But still, I had a great time at my friend, Amanda's baby shower today. There were lots of people there who I haven't seen in nearly ten years. Friends from high school. And last night, I went in to Somerville to hear The Grown-Up Noise. A college acquaintance of mine, who is becoming a friend along with his wife, is the front man. It was really great.

'Made this recently - a new duvet cover from a cool tapestry I found at Target.