*I wrote this post a few days ago, but I've waited to publish it because I hadn't given my notice at my steady, financially secure job, which I'm quitting to pursue life in the big city. Moving without a job may be stupid, but it would be even worse to blab before actually resigning and lose said steady job. So this was all in the interest of covering my ass.*
My life has been a series of interviews for the past few weeks. Whether it’s a job, an apartment or the third degree on what I want on my hot dog. I’m constantly talking about my likes and dislikes, selling myself to get what I want. I have to admit, I’m getting good too, but I’ll be glad when the press is over and I can once again be the one asking the questions.
I’m on the verge of being employed (though don’t tell the people whose apartments I’m looking at). I’ve spent the better part of this week in my future home,
Constantly being on display the way I have been takes a lot out of you and as I scribble this on my little notepad to post later, I’m sitting on the C train to