Mary and I are considering moving back to MN. It's not that we don't like it here in the OC -but it's becoming increasingly harder to make any money, feed and clothe our children, or even pay the rent.
Mary's applied for over 500 jobs since she was laid off in April and interviewed for several to no avail. I've gotten a few freelance gigs but for the most part it's an uphill battle we appear to be losing. I'm working now but the nature of my business is that I don't get paid for thirty days net.
I may have a very real opportunity to take on a full time job in MN. A job I've actually wanted for years. So maybe it's time to say goodbye to the Pacific and try to start building something a little more real?
In an odd way this makes some sort of sense to me. I always seem to end up in MN eventually. I guess the difference is that I would have a lot more experience under my belt, a little less anger (maybe), and perhaps a little insight that was lacking before?
I guess more than anything I'm just tired of working so hard and not having anything to show for it.
Maybe I should try and get wet today and see if the Pacific has anything new to impart to me.
If anybody that reads these diatribes of mine has any advice I'd like to hear it.