I drove to Indiana yesterday on a whim. Sitting in my apartment back in Raleigh just didn’t feel right. “What am I doing here?”
I packed up Dozer and headed to Indiana at 5:45am yesterday. He freaked out the whole time, and my back was bothering me, so it wasn’t exactly the best trip. It felt the longest of any of the trips I’ve ever made. Being back in Indiana felt nice…but still weird. “What am I doing here?”
I feel like I’m in some kind of weird purgatory…stuck between two lives, two places, two realities…and not sure how to get out of it. There are intense moments of sadness and fear, and then moments of hope and happiness. At the end of the day, all I can do is hope this turns out okay…but there is absolutely no guarantee that the next 3 months won’t suck. How do you hope for the best while preparing for the worst? That’s such an oxymoron.
The job search is going okay. I’m hoping my second interview with a potential company goes well, because the overall attitude of the people who work there is overwhelmingly positive and encouraging. And…the VP is a woman, which I love. While the clock is ticking and the bank account is slowly drying up, I feel like I owe it to myself to kinda take my time with the job search. I want to really really love the next place I work, and I want to be there for a long time. Here’s to hoping I find that quickly.
Overall, I’m feeling okay. I get to go to my sister’s birthday party at my mom and dad’s house, which is something I haven’t done in a year. I also get to sleep over with my sister…something I haven’t done since Christmas. It really does feel good to be back home, now if only the other pieces would start falling into place.








