Sorry, I haven’t been posting much, I’m still pulling my pieces together trying to find some glue. My old boss and family friend said he was authorized to offer me a job with the new company, I showed up and began filling out paperwork. The job looks interesting and it’s ground floor for something that has huge growth potential. During the discussion of the job, he asked is I felt like I was trapped here and that I was only taking the job because I needed the money.
Well YEAH! Kinda. I mean, I’ve been almost 8 weeks without a paycheck and thanks to some relatives and donations. I’ve managed to keep the lights on and the rent paid. That won’t continue forever and it appears as if the company isn’t coming through on workman’s comp. (or anything else) So I’m pretty hosed at the moment. I’ve got nothing here, no friends and no family.
We moved here for the job. I love it here, I love this house. It’s just not sustainable and the pay they offered wasn’t enough to stay here. My son is working on his education and right now as we cope with the loss of husband and father, his grades are slipping. He’s getting behind.
So, my old boss/family friend offered to help me get moved back to family for the emotional support. I’ll need it coming up on the holidays and my son’s birthday and hubby’s birthday. I’m packing up the house… It’s not an ideal situation. I’m both looking forward to getting settled somewhere and feeling secure and safe. I’m looking forward to seeing friends and family but I’m also dreading a long-term return. As a teenager, I couldn’t wait to leave. There was nothing to do, and now that I’ve lived where there are museums, zoos, comedy clubs, dance troupes to join and etc I don’t see me being happy in a small southern town with none of those things. I mean I knew GIRLS who chewed tobacco… BLECH.
So I’m trying to look at this as an opportunity to get back on my feet, find work and still pursue my writing career. I’m trying to get my son to see it that way as well… (it’s not going well) I’m trying to get him to see this as an opportunity to finish getting his education, pursue his dreams of being a game developer, and make a name for himself.
It will mean big changes for us, but I’m sure we’ll meet this challenge. I may not make the money he did, but I WILL carve out a good life for me and my son. We’ll struggle to adjust, I may fall… but I won’t stay down.
I will carry on,
I will make hubby proud.
I just need to find a house I can afford to rent for now. Buy some time to get back on my feet.
I will try to get back into posting helpful information, writing memes, excerpts, and whatnot. Meanwhile, between packing, I am hunting Pokemon and coloring in my adult color books. It appears as if I’m regressing to childish things…. but it is keeping me sane, letting me discover new stuff about the town I’m living in (even if I’m leaving ASAP).