I wished I had renewed my lease at my apartment. Sure it was tiny. But this short stay has become several months too long where I am now. I was only wanting to be here a couple of months until I found a new place in a different town closer to my kids. Shortly after I moved out, I got the news that the company was being sold and that I was not to be a part of it when the deal closed. A few weeks after that, my hours were cut in half.
The upside was that I had over 6 weeks of paid time off built up. From October to December that managed to cover my missing wages. If I didn’t love what I do, I’d just hop on the first job that came along, but it’s hard to let go of 11 years of a great job. So I’m holding on for a bit longer while I try to find a suitable replacement.
However, I miss my freedom. Sure I can come and go as I please, but I have to rearrange cars to do it. The driveway is only one car wide, so that’s a pain in the ass. Which limits it to not wanting to wake anyone by borrowing keys, opening and closing car doors at inconvenient hours and such.
I spend 98% of my time here in my room as I don’t get along with the other housemate. Plus all my stuff is in my room or my bathroom. It’s very crowded. Sometimes I will starve myself just to avoid having to deal with them. Sadly there is no room for a mini fridge or food storage in my section of the house.
When insomnia strikes as it so often does these days. I have little to do other than write blogs at 4:30am. Or play games and watch Netflix with headphones on. Don’t want to make any noise and arouse the angry beast.
What I miss most is playing my drums. They are in parts in the closet and the rack is by my bed. I’m not allowed to have them setup.
Looking back I should have renewed my lease. I could have applied for assistance when the money got tight. Instead I bought a car that pretty much only goes a few miles in a couple of weeks time.
I also miss taking my summer walks. But that’s mother nature’s fault. The bitch.