I've come to the conclusion that I don't really live in Los Angeles at the moment. I have an apartment here, a job here, two cats here.... but if I'm not at work, I seem to be travelling somewhere for a chunk of days and then I return to L.A. to work 7 of 8 days to get my full-time hours in.... and then the cycle repeats. Now don't get me wrong, I am not complaining because I absolutely love my life. It can be hard to explain to my friends who don't understand that working nights consumes all of my time and when I'm not working, I tend to be off somewhere, visiting Lee. It is difficult for my friends to understand that I am not chosing him over them, I am merely trying to juggle working full time while maintaining a long-distance relationship (we just had our one-year anniversary, celebrated in Boston, a few weeks ago.... yay!).
Working nights does not compare to a full time day job in any shape or form. When I work three, four, or five nights in a row, all I do is sleep, run, work....wash, rinse, repeat. Seriously, it is exhausting working three or more nights in a row but I do it so I am able to have long stretches of time off. On the one day I have off in between a stretch of three and then four nights, all I have energy for is sleeping, laundry, grocery shopping, and catching up on my recorded t.v. shows. The thought of getting dressed up and going out to bars does not interest me in the slightest. Maybe it's because I have a hot, sexy, and wonderful boyfriend or maybe it's because I am exhausted from working night after night... who knows. All I know is that this schedule is wearing on me.
It seems that some changes may be in the works for the near future.... changes that may include relocating. I miss Lee. He misses me. We're working on solving that issue. Where it will take me/him/us is undecided at this point. Fortunately, nursing is a job that can be performed anywhere.... L.A., Salt Lake, Shanghai.... you get the point.