Holding Pattern

School starts on Monday, September 27.  I’ve got all my books, and I was finally able to schedule all of my classes.  Right now, I’m just waiting.  I’m waiting for my uniform to arrive.  I’m waiting for classes to start.  I’m waiting.

It’s difficult to live with my parents after being out of their house for so long.  I am thirty years old.  I had a home of my own in Maryland.  It wasn’t much, but it was a place where I knew that I was the boss of my time and space.  Here, not as much.  I feel like I’m an intruder.  In a sense, I am.  My parents have had an “empty nest” for the last year or more, and I’m invading that.  It feels a little unnatural.

I suppose the unnatural feeling is a good thing – it means I won’t feel as inclined to stay.  I’m already plotting my escape.  I don’t think I’ll have much trouble finding something inexpensive in Nelsonville or Athens or The Plains.  Without a job, rent will not be something I can afford.  I’ve looked and applied for a few jobs.  So far, nothing, but I don’t need anything right now.  I have school to think about, and that should be enough to occupy my time.

I applied at the Dick’s that is opening up in my home town.  They rejected me.  I think it was the pink hair.  But, I’m pretty relieved, if I’m honest.  I didn’t want that job.  If they had offered it to me, I would have been in the awful situation of working somewhere I knew would make me miserable.  Or turning down a paying job just because it didn’t sound like as much fun as I think I deserve.  Plus, the thought of working Black Friday is…just…no.  I throw up a little in my mouth when I think about it.

So, for now I wait and hope that I get some kind of job to keep me out of the house longer than just school will.  I haven’t looked as hard for a job as I probably should have.  I am trying very hard to not worry about it.  I’ve been fairly successful so far, so I may end up working at Put-In-Bay with my brother and sister next summer to earn cash for the year.  I’ll be the sad old person waiting tables at a dive bar with all the young college kids.


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