it's begun
The countdown, that is, until I'm forced to move back to Texas.
I'm sitting on my couch crying because I can't find a job that will pay enough to allow my to continue to live in Boston. I have to make at least $13 an hour just to pay my monthly bills. I can't afford to take the retail and barista and hostess jobs around here that pay so little. The only way I can afford to earn so little is if I move back to Texas.
But it's not like moving back to Texas is some easy thing because I have a home here. I live with my boyfriend. We want to get married in the next couple of years. We have a dog.
I keep trying to think of this as like an awesome window of opportunity where some super cool thing can swoop in and change my life for the better. Like, "HAHA you thought it was all bad but SURPRISE, look at this cool new thing that's happening instead!"
I basically have until the second week of June to find a job that pays enough to cover my bills. Otherwise I have two weeks to help Frank find a new roommate and let my parents know I'm coming home.
I truly, seriously, 100% regret going to college. Worst decision I've made in my life, and unfortunately, one that cost me a shit load of money and will be hanging over me, ruining my life for the next couple decades.
I'm sitting on my couch crying because I can't find a job that will pay enough to allow my to continue to live in Boston. I have to make at least $13 an hour just to pay my monthly bills. I can't afford to take the retail and barista and hostess jobs around here that pay so little. The only way I can afford to earn so little is if I move back to Texas.
But it's not like moving back to Texas is some easy thing because I have a home here. I live with my boyfriend. We want to get married in the next couple of years. We have a dog.
I keep trying to think of this as like an awesome window of opportunity where some super cool thing can swoop in and change my life for the better. Like, "HAHA you thought it was all bad but SURPRISE, look at this cool new thing that's happening instead!"
I basically have until the second week of June to find a job that pays enough to cover my bills. Otherwise I have two weeks to help Frank find a new roommate and let my parents know I'm coming home.
I truly, seriously, 100% regret going to college. Worst decision I've made in my life, and unfortunately, one that cost me a shit load of money and will be hanging over me, ruining my life for the next couple decades.