A Rare Appearance or "Deja New"

It has been longer than I can remember since I updated my blog. The truth is, as most people know by now, is that I, like far too many Americans, got laid off recently. I think I've gone through all the stages of emotion, but mainly I avoided my blog out of embarrassment. I really didn't want to go into all the details and humiliation of what it is like to lose your job when you least expect it. I had actually written a three page narrative about how Michael Dell was akin to a leviathan, but at my mother's insistence, I kept that in my own personal folder. "You never know with the Internet," she stated. Probably a fair assessment. Over the last month and a half I've renewed some of my favorite hobbies: Adobe Illustrator, reading literature, practicing spanish, performing and writing music, but none has gotten quite as much attention as to what I've given my search for the perfect VW baywindow Bus. I've searched from Tampa to Terre Haute, looking for the perfect campmobile. Largely, I think this is my defense. Its my escape plan. If the world does me wrong again, I'm out of here, AND I can live in my car, because it has a stove, refrigerator and a sink. However, a very large part of me just loves the nostalgia and practicality of the mini-home on wheels. Just now, as I was driving home from grocery shopping at Trader Joe's, I saw it. A taiga green blur streaked across my driver's side window and then it quickly made its way down a perpendicular street. My stomach dropped. Here, just miles from my home was the object of my Stimulus-Package-Era desire. It was even the Westfalia edition with pop-top and camper interior. I darted down an alleyway convinced that I would meet up with it just down the hill. It wasn't there. Maybe if I took just one more cross street I would be staring eye to eye with my destiny..but it was nowhere to be found. I had spotted the Masked Booby, the Isabela Oriole and in a blink it was gone. As Jennifer Turner once explained to me, we often start spotting things that are in the forefront of our minds. Its like they appear in places they've never appeared before, but its only our perspective that has changed. She labeled it, or maybe it was her dad, "Deja New." The explanation seemed right on. With that, I hope I start seeing both available jobs and VW buses more and more over the coming weeks.