Jul. 22nd, 2008

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As some of you who know me in real life already know, the last two months have been months of sudden, jolting transition for me. I don't want to spend too much time talking about them, because I don't want to be carried back to the storm of emotions I was feeling in June, but here's the short version:

My landlady sold the condo I was renting in the city to someone who wanted to occupy it, so I had to move a month before the end of my lease; I lost my job (for extremely bullshit reasons that had nothing to do with the quality of my work); and right now I'm job hunting and living in the living room of my lovely and generous friends Tina and [livejournal.com profile] kchoseng, who live in the outer northern Virginia suburbs.

In some ways, I've been very fortunate--fortunate to have wonderful friends who support me--not only the ones I'm living with, but the additional group that came out to help me move all my stuff into a storage unit, and my larger community/support system as a whole. I've been fortunate to still be able to attend two conferences that I had been planning to attend before all of this happened--one on education and one on Interplay, which is sort of like a combination of creative movement, dance, group therapy, comedy improv, and storytelling, and also a set of practices to help you experience life more fully in general. The education one was at the end of June, and the Interplay one is coming up next week. I'm so excited!

I'm getting paid until the end of this month, which helps a lot as well, but I'm nervous about the point when that money goes away. At least I'm not tied down by a lease.

I've tried to be relatively upbeat and focused, but it's hard to stay that way when I keep sending out resumes to HR people whose primary purpose seems to be keeping my resume away from the people who actually do the job and could evaluate me on that basis. My friends have invited me to stay through the end of August, but if I don't have something figured out by then, I may have to face the dire prospect of moving back home.

Don't get me wrong--I love my family dearly and they've been incredibly supportive. I just don't want to spend my 30th birthday, that symbol of adulthood, living in the back bedroom of my parents' house. Also, I don't really want to go back to a town where I have no real community anymore--most of my college friends (with the exception of the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] islandisee) have moved away, and all that's left are people who think they know me because we went to high school together. And the job market is just so much smaller than where I am now.

So that's the state of the BookWench, pretty much. I feel like I'm shaking the Magic 8 ball of life and getting back a giant "reply hazy; try again later."


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