"I think I’m going to get a job..." I said softly.
"A job? Sounds good..." my grandmother spoke up with interest.
That was when I realized that I must have spoken my thoughts out loud. Seeing my grandmother’s reaction convinced me that it was probably the right course of action for me right now. If Hayden had moved on already, then I should do the same as well. I can’t wallow in here all my life after all.
"I should start seriously job hunting..." I said with a smile.
"What job are there for art students?" my grandmother asked.
"Well, I still have some university projects so I guess all I can do is some parttime work," I said.
Good question. I haven’t graduated yet either and I wasn’t famous or anything like that. If I relied on just selling my painting, I probably wouldn’t be able to make ends meet. Plus, I didn’t feel motivated or in the mood to create any good artwork right now.
"I’m not sure actually but I’ll try looking..." I replied honestly.
"Good luck, Lisa. You can do it!" my grandmother said encouragingly.
It always felt great to have at least one person cheering you on. A smile touched my lips and I started to feel like life hadn’t completely lost its color.
"By the way, I moved back home...you know, because the contract is over so I’m free now," I told my grandmother.
Sometime at night when I was all alone in my tiny apartment, I would look out of the window and stare up at the sky while I thought about Hayden and how he was doing. I guess in the end there were many mysteries that I never unraveled about him. Sadly, those mysteries will probably remain mysteries forever for me now. There was no way that I could discover any truth behind them now.
I was still hopeless when it came to job hunting though. Finding a parttime job when you’re only an art student was really hard. Instead of waiting tables, I wanted a job that had something to do with art so that it would help my career progress as well. That was the part that made it difficult. I knew that I was being picky about it, but I just couldn’t give it up.
"What about the exhibition? Are you up for it?" Jenny asked through the phone.
Until she brought it up, I had honestly forgotten about it. At first, I didn’t want to do it and had decided against it. However, now I was experiencing a change of heart.
’Do you think that I should join the exhibition?’ I asked as I glanced over at Hayden
’I think you should,’ he replied, sounding very certain.
I recalled Hayden’s reply when I asked him if I should join the exhibition. I guess, I might as well give it a shot. After all, I had a lot of art supplies that a certain someone had bought for me. Might as well put that to good use.
"Yes, I am. Let’s do it!" I said enthusiastically.
"Wow! That’s great. Let’s do it! We’ll make it a success. Leave choosing the venue to the professor and me," Jenny said happily.
We talked for a bit about random stuff before she hung up. I lay in bed that night thinking that I had made good progress in life. The exhibition was in three months, so I still had plenty of time to decide what I wanted to put on display and then of course, I had to work on producing them.
That night for the first time in a long while, I went to sleep with a smile on my lips. I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed from a night of undisturbed sleep. For some reason, I had a feeling that something good was going to happen today.
--To be continued...