1.On Tuesday I flew from Columbus to Baltimore, where I took the train to DC. On Wednesday I took the train from DC to NYC. Then on Thursday I took the train from NYC to up state, where I was picked up and taken to Berkshire County, Mass. It was a whirlwind. And I had two kids in tow but it was a very nice time. 

2. I got to see Beth and Steve, two of the best friends a girl could ever have. It was amazing to see them both. I miss them awfully. 

3. I have what seems to be a VERY promising job interview on Monday. 

4. I fly back to Columbus on Sunday (thanks in advance for picking me up Brian). And then am driving to my parents.

5. On Monday morning I'm driving to points east, interviewing and then driving back home (to Columbus) - FUN!

6. Then Friday I am heading to my parents, where I will be until the following Thursday (this is tentative and depends on several factors, but likely will be the case).

7. Raise you hand if you can see me living in West Virginia?

8. I have so much more to say, but not in list form. 

9. It is time to see. 

10. Good night, much love.

 This IS like the worst break-up ever, because I can see that we're going to have to break-up and get back together a few times, before it sticks.

My landlord and I have had a misunderstanding so I'll be stay in my apartment for another month (sort of).  When I get organized and and cleaned up it is going to be a weird experiment in minimal living. I suspect that I'll dig it. 

Have you seen the video for "The End of The World as We Know It"? That is sort of what it looks like around here. The only furniture left is my matteress, a TV stand and a broken end table. Things aren't even in piles any more. 

In other news my Dad is sort of giving me updates on his health in drips and drabs. We were moving my stuff out and one of the tubes connected to his kidneys began leaking, which freaked me out. That was when he told me that there is a pretty good chance they're going to TAKE OUT ONE OF HIS KIDNEYS. The one that is left only functions at about 80%. This isn't as bad as it seems - but it is my Dad. It freaks me out more than I can say. Also, it seems that the raging infection he developed back in March has never fully gone away. 

So I'm back "home'. I'll be here for a little longer than planned. Other than that - I have no plan or at least no plan, which is formed enough for me to think it is real. And while I was super stressed about getting moved - I am now super SUPER stressed about paying for July's rent.

I started thinking about it. I feel like I'm losing my identity. I'm sad - heartbroken really. 

But.... maybe I'll be back very soon ( I will be here for a week in July and for the first two weekends in August and by then I should know what I'm doing). Everything is VERY up in the air. 

If I get through the next 5 days with out having a panic attack - and then get through taking the girls on vacation without crying.....

This feels like the worst break-up ever.

 I can't think about what I'm doing at all or I'm gonna have a FREAK OUT. I will about a thousand different ways.

And like Forest Gump, that is all I have to say about that. 

And - this place is insane. It looks like the last 10 years of my life vomited on the floor. Gah.

The job I was jonesing for went to a somebody with more experience, which I totally get. And they were very very nice about it. They practically apologized for not hiring me. 

And it is only mid-June. 

Luckily, today I am too tired to be discouraged. And I'm busy all day tomorrow: driving around, taking stuff to good will, packing up. I've even got theoretical plans to do fun stuff in the evening. 

There is a lot of stuff to do in the next 10 days. I have to make sure that I keep applying for jobs. 

I wish I was playing board games, having a beer and listening to Leonard Cohen right now. Alas.