Conclusion

A friend once told me even if she got married she would still want to live in separate places. After much thought in study I have concluded: I agree.

Loving someone with a little distance involved makes things spicy and different. Surprises are easier and alone time is easier to find. It might sound a little selfish but in so many ways it seems less selfish if it's what is needed to add a little spark.

I love to work

I love to work. I don't hear a lot of people say this but I can honestly say I love to work. I love feeling like I accomplished something, helped someone, furthered my own financial cause (pay off debt!!), and completed a task. I love to learn, I love to help, I LOVE to work. The problem with this is: nobody wants me to work for them.

I think there could be an assortment of reasons for this, a different reason for every job that has rejected me. However, I can safely say a minimum of 50 jobs have rejected me since December. That's a lot. The one person they all have in common as an applicant being me...so what am I doing wrong? There has GOT to be something. The one thing about at least half of them that I cannot get past is: I am over qualified. WHY would they not want to hire someone that has MORE than enough experience and school for the job?!?!?! WHY?!?!?! And that might also be the problem. Maybe I should leave out that I have a Bachelor's and downgrade it to an Associate's degree to make people feel better.

Or MAYBE I am not friendly enough. I need to get out in the community and meet everyone until someone wants to give me a job.

This city is the worst city I have ever lived in. Hands down.

musings of the unemployed

Oh my, unemployment...we meet again!

I had a job but I quit. Normally I would not be quitting jobs so quickly when I have felt the pain of unemployment before, but this time...I just had to quit. It was actually a very hard decision and just as I felt like I was getting my financial life back on track, I took a steady paycheck out of the equation and it wasn't so on track anymore. Now I'm grappling with getting any job I can for any amount of income I can get and tracking down the job that is just right for me. I'm not sure that just right job exists in this so not right town.

This all leads me to thinking about that day I took the picture of Omar and that old man riding bikes. I had just returned from a trip to see my family back in America and Omar and I had decided to ride bikes in a town near Narita. We wanted to see something new and needed a little adventure. This old man befriended us on the bike trail and after he beckoned us to follow him he led us to his house to share homemade liquor and strange stories in broken Japanese. He did not know a single word of English. It sounds really creepy...especially if I add details like his birdcages filled with beetles and no trace of an indoor toilet...but at the time it was so magical! Days like that helped me believe life was so full of surprises and God was active in making sure I understood what joy could mean on a daily basis. I need a day like that. It was a silly day but worry was absent so it was a good day.

I know I took a risk moving to North Carolina, especially to a city where opportunity is lacking, but the hope is with the risk will come reward. I need to GROW in whatever way this city can offer. For now, maybe I will just take whatever job I can.