We're gonna need a bigger boat...
...or in other words, there's been a change of plans. A big change.
After talking a lot of things through with the parental units, I've decided to move back to Denver. Like all big decisions, it seemed to happen in a split second, but even upon reflection over the last several days, it's still the best choice.
It's a given that, with the exception of my volunteer work at the museum, I'm not getting any closer to my goals here in Philadelphia, and I continue to hemorrhage money for rent, food, gasoline, etc., with no income whatsoever to replace any of it. Vermont is still an option, certainly, but I don't really want to uproot my entire life to move up there, take a couple of classes, and still quite possibly not be accepted into the program.
So here's how it's going to work.
At the end of August, I'm headed back to Colorado -- back to Mom and Dad's house, more precisely, but I'm not terribly ashamed of that. They'll let me live rent-free while I attempt to get on my feet job or internship-wise, and having had their adult children come home before, they know how to not revert to treating us like actual children.
Dad has even agreed to let me get a puppy! ...Which, honestly, is a huge surprise. I know that Dad loves Duffy, but I really didn't think he'd agree to having another animal in the house. He has his reservations, definitely, largely concerning how the responsibility and commitment of having a dog is going to affect my life, but I'm pretty determined on this score. I'm enough of a grown-up that I don't expect Mommy and Daddy to clean up after my doggy for me, and it's still possible to have a social life with a dog in tow.
...But that's off-topic. I'll find internships, jobs, whatever, which should hopefully get my feet in the career door, and if Vermont is still something I want to do, I'll apply in the fall like a normal person, knowing that whatever I do during this next year will only add to my resume.
As you can imagine, I've got a ton of stuff to deal with, so of course, I'm sitting here and knitting a sweater.
After talking a lot of things through with the parental units, I've decided to move back to Denver. Like all big decisions, it seemed to happen in a split second, but even upon reflection over the last several days, it's still the best choice.
It's a given that, with the exception of my volunteer work at the museum, I'm not getting any closer to my goals here in Philadelphia, and I continue to hemorrhage money for rent, food, gasoline, etc., with no income whatsoever to replace any of it. Vermont is still an option, certainly, but I don't really want to uproot my entire life to move up there, take a couple of classes, and still quite possibly not be accepted into the program.
So here's how it's going to work.
At the end of August, I'm headed back to Colorado -- back to Mom and Dad's house, more precisely, but I'm not terribly ashamed of that. They'll let me live rent-free while I attempt to get on my feet job or internship-wise, and having had their adult children come home before, they know how to not revert to treating us like actual children.
Dad has even agreed to let me get a puppy! ...Which, honestly, is a huge surprise. I know that Dad loves Duffy, but I really didn't think he'd agree to having another animal in the house. He has his reservations, definitely, largely concerning how the responsibility and commitment of having a dog is going to affect my life, but I'm pretty determined on this score. I'm enough of a grown-up that I don't expect Mommy and Daddy to clean up after my doggy for me, and it's still possible to have a social life with a dog in tow.
...But that's off-topic. I'll find internships, jobs, whatever, which should hopefully get my feet in the career door, and if Vermont is still something I want to do, I'll apply in the fall like a normal person, knowing that whatever I do during this next year will only add to my resume.
As you can imagine, I've got a ton of stuff to deal with, so of course, I'm sitting here and knitting a sweater.