A somber day on the job: working for an airline on 9/11 when layoffs are announced. Fortunately, my job was spared today. I can't say the same for others. However, one more slip of the economy and my neck's on the chopping block next.
Lately my life has seemed a dream. One of those unsettling thinker dreams you have when you've eaten a big meal before bedtime. Restlessness controls you and you wake up in disbelief that those situations really happened. Today was a sombering reminder than I am not dreaming and I am simply on the other side of the fence from not having a job or a place to live.
Maybe when the snowglobe settles, I'll look back at think the abandonment I feel from my close friends and uncertainty of the real world was a blessing in disguse meant to prep me for my next stage of life. Eighteen days from today I get to welcome myself into a new home. 636 sq feet of Jen's space. No one elses. Hang the pictures where I want, arrange the furniture to my liking, and decorate to my taste. Myabe then I'll feel as if I have regained some control over my life that seems to overwhelming to contain right now.
No comments:
Post a Comment