As you can tell, by now I’m fairly invested in our plan to relocate out of California. Even the kids, who weren’t happy initially, are on board with the idea and we have frequent conversations about what our ‘new’ life will be like. So it was with very mixed feelings that I received an emailed job announcement a day ago! The job is right up my alley but it is part-time, no benefits and does not pay particularly well. As it is working with a non-profit there is little likelihood of pay increases. I’ve done volunteer work with this organization so I know it and they know me. It would allow us to stay here, and I’d have a steady income and perhaps at some point we could get into some low income housing and out of the trailer.
Without disclosing too much (too soon), our relocation plan has a wealth of intangible benefits – particularly as they relate to a support system and much more physical space – and would allow me the freedom to pursue my true love (writing, not a fellow). Our income would likely continue to be ‘unsteady’ and somewhat sporadic however.
What to do? Well, after thinking it over and talking to someone who recently left the advertised position, I applied today. The selection of candidates to interview won’t take place until the first week of April. In the meantime we proceed with our plans, which includes continuing the sorting and boxing of our possessions still in storage. I need to complete that by the end of the month anyway as the rent is going up and even if we stay I can’t afford it.
It would be ironic if I were to finally get a local job, even a part-time job, just as I’ve been driven to apply for some sort of assistance; on the eve of our conceding defeat and fleeing the Golden State! For the first time since our wretched journey began I haven’t been able to scrape together enough for next month’s rent with my patchwork consulting jobs and cat bed sales.
On the other hand, being snatched from the jaws of defeat at the last minute would make a good ending for my book! 🙂 Stay tuned!