Could it be?
Could I finally fucking have found a new job?! After looking for so damned long after being laid off from my former career of 16-years?!
Can I REALLY breathe again, knowing I am not about to go into deep debt before losing every.last.little.thing.I.own?
Can I not have to sell this home, too??
I really hope so!
For this particular moment in time I am just going to hold on tightly to this itty, bitty, shred of hope. It’s the slightest, sliver of hope I’ve had in all of this time. I am going to hold on even tighter to this small glimmer of happiness I am feeling. It’s been even longer since I’ve felt this feeling.
Christ – becoming homeless at my age in my physical condition was, no, IS, beyond a nightmare.
I just can’t go backwards in time to when I was 15-years-old.
Mostly, I was/am concerned about my furry family … I had already made the decision that I’d live in my car for as long as I could or had to in order to hold onto them. I would rather die than to have to break my promise to them that I would always, always take care of them for their entire lives.
I will never voluntarily break that promise.
Christ. Can I really, REALLY breathe again?
Please let me be able to answer that in the affirmative within the next few days!
Please and I swear I will never ask for anything else for myself ever, ever again!