I had my first day back at work today. As successful as one might hope for, they work 9 hour days there, and I'm coming off almost two months without work, so i'm pretty worn out. It's good though, I still feel possitve about the opportunity, I think it'll be a good stepping stone. I'm already looking at the job knowing that it's not a long term solution, but it gives me time to find a long term solution.
I'm living out of suitcases right now at my parents house. I'm really thankful to have them here supporting me through all this. I feel really lame for being almost 30 years old and living with my parents, but i'm not the only person in the same boat, and as long as i'm not STILL here when I hit 30, I think i'm still OK :) I also get a homecooked meal everynight, and enough leftovers for lunch the next day!
I miss home already, even though home really isn't home anymore, it's just a place I used to live, I miss the feeling of "belonging," I felt when I used to come home. I don't get the same feeling walking into my parents house, without my kids to great me at the door. I feel like a guest here, like a transient just looking for a place to stay. Some people would find this excilerating i'm sure, maybe it's the cancer in me that likes to feel like I "belong," somewhere.
Just a lonely crab looking for a new rock to hide under. :)
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