Decided to get off the endless merry-go-round of the same damn arguments & frustrations, and broke up with my I.T.Guy and - like any good drunk who’s swearing off it for good - this time, I mean it!
I want to get out of this city, badly & for lots of different reasons, and our lease is up in a couple months. Plus scratches back of head sheepishly I, uh, managed to lost my job recently. I don’t think I’ve ever been term’d before. Hmph.
So anyway, now there’s absolutely nothing keeping me here. All circumstances collided, plus I turn 40 next summer and suspect a bit of a mid life crisis is happening.
I’m heading out on my own, for the 1st time in my life.
I’m packing my shit, and trying to find a new job while also planning a move to … I haven’t quite decided yet. Spinning my wheels because I don’t have a job so don’t quite know what to budget for rent, and I haven’t picked a place yet so … gah!
No real support system, at least not locally, although I reached out to a bunch of girlfriends and got several job leads & related advice, so that was helpful.
Mostly, I have little money and no savings, though unemployment will provide at least a trickle for a few weeks.
But reckless as it seems (and I am terrified, y’all) I also feel like, I dunno, like I have to do this.