Jenn told me to write a list...
So lists I did write. At first I started making one list. I carefully looked at the Pros and Cons and mulled each point over in my brain. This led to many more lists and much more mulling. I even asked the cat his opinion. Needless to say, he wasn’t much help.
In a perfect world, I would love nothing more than to pack my bags and go wherever and whenever I wanted. It wouldn’t matter who volunteered to help or whose family bitched about apartment life. I would feel excitement, not sick with worries.
But, if this past week has shown me anything, it is that life is anything but perfect. I’m never going to find the quintessential perfect job or perfect house. But I do know that I am going to find the right job and the right house. And no matter how many lists I wrote, how many ways I looked at my budget or how long I looked at the apartment photos I knew that this wasn’t the right move. I hate being responsible.
The next time an opportunity like this one comes around, it won’t be a scramble. I won’t have to invest in a large loan or hunt for furniture. I can take the time to settle on a job that I really want and get the salary I deserve.
I had to stop thinking that this was the last job opportunity and available housing. Once I looked at it as one possible option, not my only choice, I finally felt confident about my decision. Too bad confidence can’t get rid of this feeling of disappointment.
So cheers to however long Carl and I have the trailer. Who’s up for a big anniversary party in May?
In a perfect world, I would love nothing more than to pack my bags and go wherever and whenever I wanted. It wouldn’t matter who volunteered to help or whose family bitched about apartment life. I would feel excitement, not sick with worries.
But, if this past week has shown me anything, it is that life is anything but perfect. I’m never going to find the quintessential perfect job or perfect house. But I do know that I am going to find the right job and the right house. And no matter how many lists I wrote, how many ways I looked at my budget or how long I looked at the apartment photos I knew that this wasn’t the right move. I hate being responsible.
The next time an opportunity like this one comes around, it won’t be a scramble. I won’t have to invest in a large loan or hunt for furniture. I can take the time to settle on a job that I really want and get the salary I deserve.
I had to stop thinking that this was the last job opportunity and available housing. Once I looked at it as one possible option, not my only choice, I finally felt confident about my decision. Too bad confidence can’t get rid of this feeling of disappointment.
So cheers to however long Carl and I have the trailer. Who’s up for a big anniversary party in May?