letter to my friends

Hi. I miss all you guys. So far I'm taking my time settling in to a city that is, you know, intimidatingly vast. After having been here for about 10 days, I'm finally starting to look at jobs and volunteering and stuff. It appears lots of different mental health organizations and hospitals offer crisis line support, and all of the overlapping services is what covers the greater Chicago area, instead of a definitive county-wide crisis line. I think. I'm not on the inside yet. So with that in mind I've been firing off inquiries to different places in hopes of finding something that resembles the Crisis Clinic. I fear that many places want people who are already pursuing a degree, or have earned one, to be on the actual lines.. I'm waiting to hear back. If I can't be on the lines, I'll find another way to get involved, so it's okay. I'm persistent.

Otherwise I'm starting to apply for work and such too. I hope to find something related to mental health, even just if I'm doing admin tasks at a community health clinic, etc. There's also temp work.

I've been looking into volunteering for a KEXP-ish web-only station called CHIRP - the next volunteer orientation meeting is in the late Spring, which is a while, but at least the wheels are in motion. The thing about everything being new and undetermined is that I can unabashedly expect the best.

Cleo, my cat, traveled extremely well and has taken to her new (temporary) home with remarkable casualness. She's so unflappable. I rarely see her flapped.

Met the local gang of friends - going to a "24" night tonight with food and stuff - and everyone's lovely. Off to a promising start. I'm still off Facebook (so far).

How are you?

(This is a 60 second clip that references the Jetsons, but more subtley the 1962 World's Fair.)