Going...
Things are going.
At the moment, I'm simultaneously checking the weather in Chicago, packing interview/work clothes, sending out resumes and repacking my possessions for moving at a later date. All with my fingers crossed that this will all somehow work out. Oh shit, and I need to update my resume, convert it to .pdf and compile a list of references.
I have 4 consecutive shifts at the bar which I'm going to work so that a) I have a better money buffer and b) the bossmans won't have to scramble to cover them. I was beginning to like it there, but it's definitely time to go. My regulars will be sad, but I've discovered that bartending is something I can do and do well. It will be my emergency-money fallback in the future.
I will be staying with a friend of a friend. A lady I met here in Indy has connections in Chicago, which she tapped for me. These are people I haven't known for long, yet they are embracing me without question or condition.
Now, everyone in my immediate family thinks moving is a bad idea. Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. This shit is hard, and it's going to be a struggle, so I understand why they would be concerned. But telling me that there is no good reason for me to go to a huge city with shit-tons of opportunity is really out of line. Honestly, I'm not sure what my mother and father and sisters really expect me to do with my life. I have yet to get a really helpful suggestion out of any of them. They are important to me, yes; they are supposedly "there" for me, yes; but can they really expect me to take their asinine suggestions (stay in Indy, move home to CT) that well get me exactly nowhere?
The few times that I've really, really needed help, I've been turned down by my family. I've had friends bail me out.
And yet again, when I have family in Chicago, close to the city, and am willing to help with utilities and babysitting, I get turned down. So off I go, to friends.
Now, I'm sure that there are other circumstances that I'm not aware of with my family that makes them think the things they say are good ideas. But I know that I try to be there for them as much as I possibly can. I'm here in Indy, partially for myself, but partially for my sister. But now, for me and only me, I need to get the fuck out of here. Her response? "It's too expensive, you can't keep moving around all the time, you need to settle downblahblahblah."
You know what? Fuck family. I can never live up to their expectations or be happy by caving in to their desires. Fuck that shit.
So, here's to friends:
Who love and support.
Who drink and laugh and cry together.
Who believe in me when no one else seems to give a fuck.
Who are willing to help.
At the moment, I'm simultaneously checking the weather in Chicago, packing interview/work clothes, sending out resumes and repacking my possessions for moving at a later date. All with my fingers crossed that this will all somehow work out. Oh shit, and I need to update my resume, convert it to .pdf and compile a list of references.
I have 4 consecutive shifts at the bar which I'm going to work so that a) I have a better money buffer and b) the bossmans won't have to scramble to cover them. I was beginning to like it there, but it's definitely time to go. My regulars will be sad, but I've discovered that bartending is something I can do and do well. It will be my emergency-money fallback in the future.
I will be staying with a friend of a friend. A lady I met here in Indy has connections in Chicago, which she tapped for me. These are people I haven't known for long, yet they are embracing me without question or condition.
Now, everyone in my immediate family thinks moving is a bad idea. Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. This shit is hard, and it's going to be a struggle, so I understand why they would be concerned. But telling me that there is no good reason for me to go to a huge city with shit-tons of opportunity is really out of line. Honestly, I'm not sure what my mother and father and sisters really expect me to do with my life. I have yet to get a really helpful suggestion out of any of them. They are important to me, yes; they are supposedly "there" for me, yes; but can they really expect me to take their asinine suggestions (stay in Indy, move home to CT) that well get me exactly nowhere?
The few times that I've really, really needed help, I've been turned down by my family. I've had friends bail me out.
And yet again, when I have family in Chicago, close to the city, and am willing to help with utilities and babysitting, I get turned down. So off I go, to friends.
Now, I'm sure that there are other circumstances that I'm not aware of with my family that makes them think the things they say are good ideas. But I know that I try to be there for them as much as I possibly can. I'm here in Indy, partially for myself, but partially for my sister. But now, for me and only me, I need to get the fuck out of here. Her response? "It's too expensive, you can't keep moving around all the time, you need to settle downblahblahblah."
You know what? Fuck family. I can never live up to their expectations or be happy by caving in to their desires. Fuck that shit.
So, here's to friends:
Who love and support.
Who drink and laugh and cry together.
Who believe in me when no one else seems to give a fuck.
Who are willing to help.