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Me (on Saturday, to one of my BFFs): Just think, this isn't a dream. When you wake up, I'll still be here in New Jersey. I'm back!
BFF: You keep saying that like you're trying to remind yourself that you're really back.
My BFF is right. This is all very surreal to me.
My whole game plan for coming back to Jersey was totally different from what's been happening. I was supposed to have a job secured and waiting for me to start as soon as I moved back. I was supposed to have time to say goodbye the way I wanted to say goodbye. I was supposed to go ahead and do all the things I wanted to do, like seeing Key West and Universal Studios. I was supposed to move in the summer, while unbearable in Florida, would be quite tolerable here in Jersey.
Instead, I became unemployed at the drop of a hat, I have the most crucial job interview ever tomorrow afternoon, I had 3 weeks to pack up everything and leave, and I got here in the winter, and it's freaking cold outside.
The battery in my car died again last night. After a jump start, I took it to Pep Boys this morning. I was halfway there when I realized that I had forgotten the local route, and I had to get on the freeway just to get there. I went to Target afterwards and spent 5 minutes wandering around just trying to find the freakin' toothpaste. And I used to work at that Target! I also wasted $10 on a digital antenna for my newly-acquired tv. I live too far away from the transmitters to get a clear enough signal to watch any of the stations - I'm in that strange nether region that's too far away from both the New York and the Philadelphia stations. The literal edge of nowhere, as I have been calling it for ages.
I'm living back at my parents' house, which isn't bad, but isn't ideal. I'm now set up in my sister's old room, which she doesn't appear to be happy about, but I could care less. This room is bigger than my old room, so I actually have some space to move around. I've settled in more to this room than I did in my room in Florida.
This is just all very surreal. I'm finally back here in Jersey after months of missing it, but I can't even enjoy it. It's cold outside, I don't have a job, I had to spend $125 on my car today, I don't know when my first severance check will arrive, my sister still can't decide whether or not she's going to act like a fucking grownup over this whole situation, and...I'm just a hot mess right now who can't afford to be one because there's way too many other things that need to be taken care of.
BFF: You keep saying that like you're trying to remind yourself that you're really back.
My BFF is right. This is all very surreal to me.
My whole game plan for coming back to Jersey was totally different from what's been happening. I was supposed to have a job secured and waiting for me to start as soon as I moved back. I was supposed to have time to say goodbye the way I wanted to say goodbye. I was supposed to go ahead and do all the things I wanted to do, like seeing Key West and Universal Studios. I was supposed to move in the summer, while unbearable in Florida, would be quite tolerable here in Jersey.
Instead, I became unemployed at the drop of a hat, I have the most crucial job interview ever tomorrow afternoon, I had 3 weeks to pack up everything and leave, and I got here in the winter, and it's freaking cold outside.
The battery in my car died again last night. After a jump start, I took it to Pep Boys this morning. I was halfway there when I realized that I had forgotten the local route, and I had to get on the freeway just to get there. I went to Target afterwards and spent 5 minutes wandering around just trying to find the freakin' toothpaste. And I used to work at that Target! I also wasted $10 on a digital antenna for my newly-acquired tv. I live too far away from the transmitters to get a clear enough signal to watch any of the stations - I'm in that strange nether region that's too far away from both the New York and the Philadelphia stations. The literal edge of nowhere, as I have been calling it for ages.
I'm living back at my parents' house, which isn't bad, but isn't ideal. I'm now set up in my sister's old room, which she doesn't appear to be happy about, but I could care less. This room is bigger than my old room, so I actually have some space to move around. I've settled in more to this room than I did in my room in Florida.
This is just all very surreal. I'm finally back here in Jersey after months of missing it, but I can't even enjoy it. It's cold outside, I don't have a job, I had to spend $125 on my car today, I don't know when my first severance check will arrive, my sister still can't decide whether or not she's going to act like a fucking grownup over this whole situation, and...I'm just a hot mess right now who can't afford to be one because there's way too many other things that need to be taken care of.
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