Not that my lot in life requires conditions of anonymity, or that you couldn’t find out who I am by following a simple e-paper trail, but I’m not sure I want to write the story of my life-thus-far. More of a concern to me here is the present (and possibly the future, although I’m trying my damnedest to focus on living in the moment and not for tomorrow). But here is a brief summary of the recent past, which is not-so-far-from, and still affecting, my present:
– Girl moves home to the Midwest from glorious Austin, Texas, not due to distaste for that fair hamlet, but because she is increasingly broke (didn’t know there was a whole spectrum of broke-ness, did you?) and increasingly homesick for her family. She leaves behind a few good friends and hopes of rockstardom.
– Girl settles in back home, seeks gainful employment. In the course of one year, she waits tables at two different restaurants, freelances for a local magazine, works at an open-air farmer’s market and manages a photography studio.
– Girl burns out on waiting tables. She is miraculously hired by a downtown web-marketing firm, is over-qualified to be a secretary, but does not give a damn as there are regular hours, salary and benefits involved. (At this point, Girl realizes it is a sign of advanced aging that she regards these things so highly).
– Girl gets fed up with scary dating scene and decides to ask one of her former photography interns on a date. Quite possibly one of her most exquisite risks taken to date. (Meet Girl’s new boyfriend, J).
And that’s approximately how I arrived in the present.
(or, more accurately, THE BEGINNING…)
Amanda Heironimus now lives in Wilmington, NC where she’s serving tapas and chronicling her adventures in love, adulthood and quasi-unemployment with a Nikon slung around her neck.
*See Amanda’s online writing portfolio at www.lookingglasswriter.com
**Or check her photography out on Flickr at http://www.flickr.com/photos/23401028@N02/
***Or just visit her photo blog at http://email@example.com
****Amanda also juggles chainsaws, speaks 12 languages including ancient Sanskrit, breathes fire on command and makes a damn good pineapple upside-down cake. She just doesn’t have a website for any of that yet.