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I want to learn Spanish.

By revolutionaire.
Jon-Michael and I want to be married.
Surprise?

We had a talk over brunch yesterday that consisted of us coming up with a 12 month shared goal set.

It's kind of wild, honestly. I don't know who reads this anymore, and frankly, I don't care.

About three days before our brunch, we had lunch together between my shifts and it occurred to me, and brought me to tears, that for the second time within 14 months, I am fighting for my financial stability.

January of 2010 I was laid off from a job I thought I could have possibly turned into a career. In hindsight, that would never have satisfied me and I was probably only considering making it a career because I heard on so many occasions at that job that I 'better not' make it a career. I don't like people telling me what I can and cannot do. But, looking back, I suppose he was right.

Now I'm being settled back into a part-time position at SunTrust. I say 'back into' because for a short time, I was elevated to full-time because we were down a person. And I'm left wondering what to do now.

I'm 26-years-old. I don't want to work two jobs to make ends meet. I want a consistent 40 hr week, a sweet paycheck, health insurance, and paid vacations -- all from the same employer. Is that too much to ask?

So I'm facing a few questions.

Where do I go from here?
Do I want to grow old in Inverness? And more importantly, do I want to raise a family here? (no. and no.)

So the question that I guess is left to address -- what do I do about it?

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Melissa said…
You breath, don't close the door to opportunities, you hold dear the ones you love-know they'll always love you. You will find a place that makes your heart happy, And, come see me out here in CA! :)
April 2, 2011 at 5:04 PM
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