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I feel as though little has occurred in my life in the past few weeks. But stuff has been happening. I've applied for an apartment in Beaverton, Oregon and am awaiting a yay or nay. Hopefully I'll be getting in because that would mean less stress and would make moving to Oregon more real to me. I also have the opportunity to transfer to the Portland DI which means I'll have a job when I get there. I'm just hoping that they have an opening for me. I'm not extremely worried about it, but at the same time, I just wish I knew it was a sure thing before moving. Also, while perusing the public transportation of the Portland metro area, I came across how much monthly and yearly passes cost and let me tell you, it's about as much as a monthly car payment. While it makes total sense on how the whole zone thing works in Portland, I'm not a big fan of how much it costs. Let's just say that if I didn't know any better, I'd have to start growing marijuana in my backyard just to fund my metro pass.

My grandma's health is declining. And what's worse is that I don't have the money, time or a cheap way to go visit her. I mean, do I take time off work when I need the money to move? Do I not move so I can go visit her? All these important life decisions are coming down to do I visit Grandma or not? For most, I think the answer would be do what you've gotta do to go visit her. But on the flip side, how am I going to pay for plane, train or bus fare when I've got to pay for a deposit and first month's rent on Utah's minimum wage?

Well...I guess those are the main points of my life this month. Some moving stress. Some work stress. A bit more than normal family stress.

But you know, it's life. It's either happening to you, or you're making it happen for you.

Comments

Laura said…
I would rather have moving stress than the drama that's happening here. Seriously, I'm in hell.

Glad to see that you're moving on though! I hope you get that appt and job. You deserve it AND I LOVE oregon! I used to live there when I was young. You should totally grow marijuana I hear it's lucrative.

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