Who, what, when, where?

Has it really been a month? Slipped into a bad spot, then went on some road trips. And I've learned a lot since then. I've learned that I was unhappy to begin with, and I had been complaining about the 9-5 grind, working just to pay the rent. I wasn't having experiences or really living. So I'm going to join the circus.

Yeah, what I meant was, life is odd. It's been 7 months since I was fired and I've had 28 interviews now. 28. That's a lot of place and faces to see and no offer yet. I've been sitting around waiting and doing nothing with myself. I've been sitting arou d the house, waiting. Waiting. I'm done. I need to live, not just exist. I need my life back, even if it looks nothing like what I thought my life would look like by now.

My cousin Tanya just got a DUI. In her state, that means a 90 day licence revocation. She asked me if I would come up and spend the summer with her and her kids. That means a lot of things: I get to teach a 15 year old how to drive, spend a summer near a lake, and workout with my cousin who is a spin and yoga instructor. I'm voting for 6-pack abs by the time I get back.

Back. Where is back? Is home just where my dad is, or is home where I am? What if I just take off and drive from family to friends houses across the country? Why do I have to sit around waiting for more interviews for jobs I don't want?

What do I want? What do I want to do for work?

I'm having an existential crisis.