If you want to know what’s wrong with me, you need to know what’s happening to some of the people I care about most. To learn that, I direct you to my friend Cyd.
I saw the paperwork with my own eyeballs. I fluctuate wildly between knowing it will all work out and crying inconsolably. And not only because it affects this household so directly, but because it affects so many hard working people. Doesn’t it always, though? Hasn’t it been happening all over the country? Hasn’t it been happening for years? My father lost his job twice during his life. It’s a real bitch, but it will work out. It has to…there isn’t any other option.
It’s all about new adventure, new opportunity, right? Well, maybe tomorrow it’ll seem more adventurous. Today it’s soul crushing.
And just when I was settling into S. Florida, and enjoying my work with the immigrant community. I was always ready to leave the area, but now I’m dragging my feet.