relocate?

so there was a serious flirtation with a different job in a different part of the country. there was an offer. there was lots of advice asked for and received. but in the end, i'm going to stay put. i really like where i am now, i'm in an awesome situation with my current team, this is where my friends are, and i'm happy here.

so, where does that leave me? honestly, this is the brokest i've ever been in my life. sorta fun, sorta scary. i was hoping to get to the beach at some point this summer, but i'm not sure that's going to happen. it's not that i don't have a free place to go to, it's that i don't think i can afford not working.

that's a slightly depressing thought at 24, but eh, it's all worth it in the long run.

i never really updated how the rest of camp went. obviously, it got way busy. in the next couple days i'll throw up a recap to get everybody up to speed.

fun story from the weekend: rachel said she'd leave her door unlocked so that i could crash there. i had that gut feeling it would be locked, but hey, i trust rachel. sadly though, when i got there, the door was locked (one of her other rooommates had come home and locked it, unfortunately) and she wasn't answering the phone. i slept on the front porch. luckily only for about 45 minutes before her other roommate came home. good thing it wasn't raining.

what's my line?

"When Morrison finished school at fourteen, coming from a hard working family, he was expected to get a regular, full-time job.^[14]After several short apprenticeship positions, he settled into a job as a window cleaner,^[15] referenced in the autobiographical songs, "Cleaning Windows" and "Saint Dominic's Preview"."

from wikipedia.

new job?

oh there could be drama. stay posted.