Great ! So I got kicked out of my parents house. Now what ?
This is what happened to me, barely 2 weeks ago...
I'm not here to cry and wine about my current situation. I'm here to write away my thoughts so I can better coop with this bump in the road, I've
seem to have taken way over the maximum speed limit... I just feel like writing right now...
You can laugh or whatever, better yet ! Don't read my story if you think you can't take it as just a normal story.
A little less then two weeks ago, I've had a little chat ( on request ) with my mom... Nothing really could have surprised me more then what what I
was about to be told.
Basically she asked me to seek out a new place to live, and it would be best if I found it the day before yesterday.
Well she gave me a couple of nights though before she stressed me out so much... I just needed to leave, or go mental. So I left, without the
intention of returning that night or any night in the not so distant future.
After my "chat" with my mom, well things kind of passed right by me, but they didn't really leave that big of an impression at first. I didn't really
respond at all to her words and I let them hit me without understanding what this "chat" was gonna mean for me. I told my friends who responded just
as surprised as I did, and I did ask for a place to sleep in case she ( my mom ) was for real.
So three days passed, and my normal routine didn't really change at all. Well normal routine... Ha ha.
Last July the stress of two years of work all got together in a massive explosive kettle of ever decreasing satisfaction and physical discomfort.
Well... The fuse was lit, and the whole thing just exploded.
( A whole other story. One that I might or might not share sometime in the future. )
The aftermath kinda looked like this ...
I... Yours truly quit my job. Yeah just like that, with the health of me, and my co-workers in the back of my mind.
Ever since the first of August I was out of a job. Not that big of a dumb decision, since the lady from the work and welfare bureau told me that
the story I told her showed all the signs of a burn out. Go figure...
I really was loosing my mind !
So... that brings me back to my daily routine.
I got up at 13:00 to 16:00 in the afternoon only to leave and get back late at night. Wait ! Let me rephrase that.. Early in the morning. I did have
some savings, which should get me along for a couple of months and I make a buck or two doing stuff I really not gonna tell anyone about.. Ever !
Then I left...
Now what ? Well I'm 29 years old... It's about freaking time I found something for myself to build up my life... Or ruin it for all that matter.
(The future will tell....)
So I spend a night with some family, and some friends, and even some vague acquaintances.
I found out I really got more friends then I thought. Which really boosted my ego...
Now the whole drama thing gets started... Somewhere it all sinks in and it's starting to eat me... Stupid stuff...
I've been told emotional stuff... Go figure... The first time you actually discover you got them ( emotions ) they mess with my head. Whatever reason
there was to evolve emotions is beyond me... I don't get that...
How can you be the best fit, to survive any situation with melodramatic thoughts and ideas continuously attacking you ? Making you weak and helpless
all the time.
In the mean time an old colleague called me to say I could walk along for a day or two with him doing maintenance work on bungalow park cabins... He
spread some good stuff about me and now his new boss is very interested.
I could have a new job in less the two weeks from now ! Awesome right ?
Well through the misery and self petty, I finally got some hope. I found a friend willing to partake in my new venture and be my roommate in renting
a huge house with a garden and everything...
I don't wanna do it right I wanna have it all and I'm obligated to myself to find a place I can call home. a huge place and I might have found one.
Having a meeting about it tomorrow
.... I hope it happens right at that first try...
I would be so lucky... Maybe it's Karma. I happen to find myself in a place where things always happen as if they were presented to me on a silver
platter I don't get it...
But that will be on a role for tomorrow, so I can't really finish up now
I will post part 2 when I learn from the next two weeks.
I'd be happy to answer questions where I left you with little or not much at all.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about my life, and most of all thanks for actually take the time and read it
This alone is a huge stress re-leave for me. Thanks !
I hope until next time.
edit on 9/14/2011 by Sinter Klaas because: (no reason given)