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ginkageHere I sit, 2:30 or so in the morning, contemplating the rest of my life. By the time this day is over, nothing will really be the same anymore. I will be in a (mostly) new town, looking for a new job, a new place, a new patch of space to call my own. I have support, which makes it easier, but it is still very scary to be staring down the precipice at change looming ever nearer.
New place. I'll be living, for a time, with my father and grandmother. This is only temporary, but will be longer than I'd planned. I need employment making a certain wage before the apartment complex will take me. I am considering asking for my deposit back and looking for something on the Waynesboro side of the mountain. Less wear on the car, more family, more sanity. I simply wish I could have found out the situation at the time the rental agent was supposed to call. Instead, three phone calls and two left messages later, I find out she has left for vacation until the 3rd and told a co-worker to give me a message about my status. Pissy party bitch. No, I'm not kind, there. I think it's pretty bad business sense to not have the courtesy to return not one, but two phone calls in a four hour period. Ah, well, life goes on.
New job. There's a surprising amount of stuff in the area, even ten minutes up the road to Staunton. I have no fear of finding some gainful employment in the area.
New town. Well...not really. I've visited there before, but I don't know my way around well. Exploration will be fun.
I'm calm. Surprisingly. It'll probably re-hit me later in the day as time wears on. Until then, I'll be okay.
I don't know when I'll be able to post again, but I'll try to check in. Miss all of you.
New place. I'll be living, for a time, with my father and grandmother. This is only temporary, but will be longer than I'd planned. I need employment making a certain wage before the apartment complex will take me. I am considering asking for my deposit back and looking for something on the Waynesboro side of the mountain. Less wear on the car, more family, more sanity. I simply wish I could have found out the situation at the time the rental agent was supposed to call. Instead, three phone calls and two left messages later, I find out she has left for vacation until the 3rd and told a co-worker to give me a message about my status. Pissy party bitch. No, I'm not kind, there. I think it's pretty bad business sense to not have the courtesy to return not one, but two phone calls in a four hour period. Ah, well, life goes on.
New job. There's a surprising amount of stuff in the area, even ten minutes up the road to Staunton. I have no fear of finding some gainful employment in the area.
New town. Well...not really. I've visited there before, but I don't know my way around well. Exploration will be fun.
I'm calm. Surprisingly. It'll probably re-hit me later in the day as time wears on. Until then, I'll be okay.
I don't know when I'll be able to post again, but I'll try to check in. Miss all of you.
