How it all started…
27 and a half years (you’re young if your age still has a fraction in it) old, single, and living with my sister, brother-in-law, and almost 3 year old niece. Isn’t that what every kid dreams of? Three months prior to this story, I loved living alone, and I loved my job. Working as an assistant processor for a mortgage company, I used to say “I won’t leave this job until they make me!”. Well, they did. I was laid off February 28, 2019. Two weeks of severance pay and benefits through the end of the month in which I was laid off…..February 28…….Yeah. Luckily for them, it wasn’t a leap year. #savedfourdollars! Sorry I don’t know how to hashtag so let me know if I did it wrong. Actually don’t. I really don’t care. Cut to me binge watching The West Wing, eating all the french fries, and incoherently, if not unwisely, contemplating the meaning of life. The West Wing, however brilliant, had no answers for me, nor did the french fries (code word for bourbon). I was left simply feeling empty and in want of something more from my life...