Hiatus

I feel like I have not been able to bring myself to post what's going on with me because it's so friggin depressing. I am packing up my stuff to go into a storage unit, and move into a friend's place for a month or so until I can afford to get my own place. For the first time since I was 17 years old, I don't have my own place. While there are a few different places that I am applying to, I cannot be sure that I will have a job, or that the job I get with really give me enough money to make my ends meet. Being fearful about the future certainly puts a damper on the rest of the summer. Going through my things, I have to decide which things to take with me, and which go into storage. Functioning on an edited version of what I own. Living marginally. It's really scary. I am usually an optimist, but I guess life conspires to break people of good habits. I still am attempting to keep my head up. There must be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Unglued

Too many things are up in the air. When I decided to pair up with my girlfriend in the locksmith business I didn't anticipate her constant pursuit of money. We have yet to actually work this week, and now she is hoping to get us into a completely different line of work. At this point I don't know what to think. There is no reason that she has to keep working with me instead of anyone else, and I am not completely sure that she would stick to her word. Also, seeing that I am moving at the end of this month, and I have no money to do so, I was going to move in with her, and take over her extra bedroom in the meantime while we start working. Right now everything hinges on her actions, and if something keeps us from working together I am fearful that I will also need to find someplace to live in the meantime. The amount of stress I am under right now is far greater than almost anything I have experienced. Too many pieces of my life are completely undetermined. The more aspects I feel are up in the air, the more nervous I get. Since the only thing going well at this point is the fashion line, it is safe to say that I am nearly completely unglued. Something has got to give soon, before I fall apart.

Status Change

Last week was a virtual roller coaster. I can say that I am excited that the result of a very trying incident involving my car's complete inability to hold onto it's coolant is my new job: I am going to get into locksmithing. I know it seems slightly strange that a fashion girl would get into deadbolts, but I think it could work. The schedule is fairly flexible, and the money should be great. I will be able to make enough money that I can save up and pay off some of my debts. The business will benefit from my new financial freedom as well. As far as the boys are concerned I still have both in the picture, though Mr. Hospitality is probably not going to be around for long. As great as the second date went, his absence for 17 days left us back at the awkwardness of the first date all over again. The likelihood that he will continue to initiate contact is slim. At this point, though, I cannot say that I would be disappointed. Having just one boy and two jobs is just fine for me.