As of this weekend, I’ve been unemployed (not counting the 4 weeks at Target) now for 7 months. I am going to have to explain to my creditors that I cannot make the payment I was supposed to make last week, that I have no one I can borrow money from, and I have no job and no income.
I don’t like South Florida. It’s like one giant suburbia. There is nothing intellectually stimulating here. The nearest half-way decent universities are 20 miles in either direction, and mass transit sucks.
I’ve lost virtually any desire to go to any church on Sunday. The only Christian church that advocates veg*nism does so for the wrong reasons and is conservative/fundamentalist. The more progressive congregations won’t extend the compassion they profess to the most innocent and exploited in this world. So when the potlucks and fellowship dinners are scheduled, I have to excuse myself.
Apart from my husband and our mutual friends, I have no real friends down here. I have no comrades down here – no one to discuss Marxism. At times I’ve felt so isolated.
There are other matters that have had me feeling down, but they are too private to share on a blog. But enough of this pity party.
As I was waking up this morning with Dino in my arms, I was reminded why I moved down here in the first place. I thought about how drastically my life has changed for the better over the past couple of years. I may need to find work. I may be in horrible debt. But when I consider what I gave up against what I’ve gained, there is no doubt in my mind that I’ve made the right decision in coming down here.
In spite of everything, life is good.
