A job is a job....even if it is 1403298 miles away
For the first time in my life I am truely alone
and it is by far the most unnerving thing that I have ever experienced.
I moved away from home in order to find a good job, since absolutely NOBODY is hiring at home. Everyone seems to be mad at me for this decision, claiming that I didn't "try hard enough" to find work, but in all honesty I did. I applied to just about everywhere in the mall, answered ads in the paper, and even advertised/handed out work flyers to just about anyone.
I refuse to be a waitress
I refuse to work at a low end job that I won't be happy at.
So now I'm working as a personal assistant , and I work every day except for sunday. Pay is AMAZING, and the guy I'm working for is cool.
My only problem is that I have nobody out here in White Plains, and I fucking miss everyone. It's not like school, where I had friends with me and I didn't miss home at all. Out here I am alone, completely alone. And it's hard.
But I'm not giving up.
I'm getting stronger and preparing myself for the world that is to come very, very shortly.
So fuck all of you who make snide remarks in my direction about my decision.
I am independent, and I am able to put myself into a setting that is wholly unfamilair with ease. I am able to help myself out without anyone supporting my ass. I am able to break free and survive on my own.
What can you do?