Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Tom Petty was right

The waiting is the hardest part. I hate this sitting around, though I think I could handle it better if the timeline weren't so pressing. But it is. And it's no easy feat for me to up and move four and a half hours away, not with everything I have to contend with. It actually isn't all that much, really; it just has to be there, be in place, in time. A place to live that I can get in and out of as I please; help to get in and out of bed, get dressed, that sort of thing. It's not so much. But it's everything. And it can be hard to find. I'm contenting myself with doing something everyday to help make all this happen. That's assuming I get the job. I should know by the end of this week, the beginning of the next. There's no sense in doing nothing in the meantime so I've tracked down and contacted many people. This is when I begin to feel the extremity of dependence: I can only do so much.

4 comments:

rebecca said...

well, whatever the job is and wherever you're planning on moving, i hope you get it and get there and that everything works perfectly well.

Laurel said...

It's SCAD! I bet it's SCAD!!!!

gina said...

fingers crossed here too. Waiting sucks.

Gina

shanna said...

ok, now i'm clicking several times a day just to see if you've heard yet.