I'm scared in some ways, and a bit embarrassed about my lack of a home, and poverty, at this age. Then I tell myself it beats being forclosed on....
But underneath that I'm feeling very driven, almost excited, like i'm lifting off from a neccessary stop on my venture out of Astoria early last year. Why I had to stop here I don't know. I think the reason will become clearer in the distance.
I'm ready to do any job really, as long it affords me a living for Stella and I. I envision a 2 bedroom apartment in downtown Olympia, public transport to work, a weekend singing gig, a savings account.
I'm debt free now, (did that while here), and at a middle-aged beginning, ready I think at this point, to land for the duration, create the sum of me, if it's not too late.
I've been packing and planning and working my last few shifts at the Co-op, (they told me that if I come back here I'll be rehired no question.)
But I don't think I'm coming back.
Have been enjoying the many many good writings of you all here in the wee hours, just not much to say, cept, hello.
H
