So I told my parents my plans for grad school last night. They didn't really freak out at all, which was surprising, given their opinions on school in general. They were pretty supportive, and pretty much told me what I already knew--that I needed to find a job and a place to live before going there.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, in the last week, I've learned I have to move to Pensacola in August instead of January. This is a little bit of a shock. This is also why I figured my parents would flip out, but miracles do happen apparently. My anxiety kicked in last night and I started wondering if it was worth it, if I should even go out there at all or if I should just stick around here. In case I don't find a job, I emailed UWF to see if deferment was available at all. I can't live there and not have a job. Unfortunately there isn't a trust fund waiting to bail me out. My dead relatives were addicts and poor people. We are generally not a wealthy family but what we lack in riches we make up for in dark humor and baking skills.
Anyway, I'm just waiting now. I applied for jobs last night--honestly, how cool would it be to be a paint mixer at the Home Depot? That sounds like a dream and I'm not joking--and I've begun looking for places to live.
Here we go.
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