To take the edge off of the unemployment situation (and pass the time while anxiously awaiting my internship), I have been working at a great cofffee/sandwhich cafe. I like cafe work, it's usually pretty fast paced, the customers are interesting, and I can drink all the coffee I want (until I'm properly jittered).
I like it. It's the perfect part-time gig, and it's helping us make ends meet. The people are great. The food is good. Am I convincing you yet?
Sigh. The truth is, I'm terribly impatient. I want to be three months down the road, in our new, affordable housing, working on a farm. I don't want to pass the time slinging coffee, or walking dogs (my other job). I'm so grateful to have these income streams. But there are days, today in particular, where my gratitude is tainted with this severe unrest.
It took me a long time to figure out what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be. Now that it's (more) clear, I just want to be there. But alas...there is still much to be done.
I emailed a credit counselor trying to figure out this housing situation. I'm trying not to completely destroy my credit, which is proving difficult. We're going to look at places to rent this weekend, which is exciting. Of course, with the two dogs and cats, it's going to be hard to find the perfect fit. But I'm really looking forward to finding a place that isn't tainted with history-- though I'm certain that all of this has helped me grow up.
I guess what it comes down to is- I'm ready for the next chapter but the pages are stuck together.
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