Looking for home

Home. That one word can illicit so many emotions from its mere mention. It is the place where you feel the most loved and an escape from the world when it gets rough. When we are children home tends to be easily defined for us, but as we become adults what makes a place can sometimes be hard to define.


I know for me that answer was easy when all my immediate family lived in the same city. Last Christmas my sister was able to come down with her family and that is when the realization of the new definition of home became clear to me. The home of my youth no longer existed. Sure my parents still live in the house where I grew up on the same street where I learned to ride a bike. But that is not my home anymore. Home is not a physical place, for me at least, now. Whether it be my sister's house in North Carolina, my parent's house in Orlando, or my new home state, home is when we are all together in the same place. I guess I finally understand what Zach Braff's character in Garden State was feeling about this.

Unemployment, World Cup, Oh My!

Thanks for the kind words about my bait and switch on the job interview turned sales pitch. I guess my job search karma is turning back around since yesterday I got called in for 2 job interviews for next week. And one of them called an hour after I sent the resume for a position that would be a great fit for my skills. Fingers crossed.


I celebrated my 2 interviews by going with T to watch the inaugural game of the World Cup. Honestly I just only tend to watch when the USA is playing, but T is big into the World Cup. Plus there is beer involved, so no arm twisting needed.

Sunday will mark two whole weeks since we made the long drive up with a UHaul full of our belongings and a confused dog sitting between us up front. So far so good. 

Confessions

I have decided to link up with Kathy @Vodka and Soda for a Wednesday confessionals post. This works out since I'm feeling in a purging of the feelings kind of mood today.

Confession: I started applying for jobs last week and was pleasantly surprised when one was fairly quick to call back requesting an interview. So yesterday morning I get up early for my 8:30 interview in Old Town when I walk into the office to quickly realize that it was no interview at all. Nope. It was a sales pitch complete with a presentation. I was so pissed that this company went out of their way to post a job ad that looked like a legitimate posting and just use it as a way to lure people into hearing a dumb spiel on how to be a salesman. I walked out telling the guy at the sign in sheet that this is not I thought of when I was asked to come in. I felt played and later treated myself to a Panera lunch. Yep food always makes me feel better about a situation.


Confession: Also on the jobs front, coming from little old Central Florida just looking at some of the job titles in the want ads is intimidating. I can't help but feel like I'm just an ex- teacher with a counseling degree, what about me?


Confession: I might the last woman to start reading The Fault in our Stars. My mom raved about it and lent me her copy before I came up here. Too bad I don't have anyone up here to go see the movie. I'm not one to usually drag a husband to a chick flick, but I might have to drag T to see it.