
Excuse me for a minute, I’ve gotta be vulnerable real quick.
Moving here has been tough.
My s/o & I didn’t get the dream we were chasing regarding jobs, like we thought we would. We’re alright but damn, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry some times. I’ve been putting a lot of myself in the things I do lately. I atleast try to. I’m drawing a lot more now. The last time I drew this much was when I was 11-13. Back then I didn’t really have anyone to cry to so I lived in my art. Now things are different, ofcourse.
I know if we didn’t move I wouldn’t have done half the pieces I’ve done. I wouldn’t have had the time, nor the drive. I also wouldn’t have met some of the people I have, and I wouldn’t trade these friends and experiences for anything. I worked full time at this good solid job that I was consistently being promoted in. My s/o was pretty much set on becoming a manager at his job. Sure we bitched about little stuff here and there just like anyone else, but we left a lot behind. It’s a hard pill to swallow.
My s/o is a lot more hopeful than I am. I am forever on the edge of my emotions. A friend of mine has a job opening at their workplace. I’m working on my resume rn & I hope I get it so I can at least start saving up again. The job doesn’t sound so bad. Fingers crossed for that. Idk what the future holds, but I can’t expect being freelance is gonna cover it, & i can’t wait on the job (I moved out here to get) anymore…I’m thankful for the help I’ve been getting. People who’ve bought stuff from my stores & supporting me on Patreon, I’m so greatful.