I give up. I have been trying to tread water in the big city for about a decade. I'm finally throwing in the towel, waving my white flag of defeat and moving back home with mom.
I called her yesterday and gave her the great news that I will be invading her space yet again. She's stoked to have her baby and all of her grandkids at home with her, but I am a bit apprehensive. I remember what it was like living with her over a decade ago. I'll have to hone my vaccuming in straight line skills again and probably make my bed.
I am a failed Photojournalist, Telecommunications Analyst, Entreprenuer, Visual Design Manager and Radio Station Receptionist. That's a long list of failure. And now, to add to it, I am a failed Big City Girl as well.
My mom lives in The Mule Capital Of The World, and I can not stress enough how much this is NOT a joke. It is all true. Google it. I will be posting updates of my misadventures in this lovely little town of which has the highest teenage pregnancy rate in all of the state and holds the record for having the highest bar to church ratio in the nation. That's probably a lie, but it seems true enough.
Enjoy my meltdown.