The date is set. May 1st I'm moving my happy ass down to San Diego. Honestly? I'm scared shitless. I don't have a real job (just the restaurant that's transferring me), which means no insurance, which means my parents are livid. I'm going back home this weekend and my parents aren't really interested in seeing me, or meeting Corbin, who they have never met. So I'm pretty upset, but realizing that eventually my mom will come around. My dad, he never does so that's beside the point.
Anyway, back to the move. I'm driving. Yes, I, the ultimate complainer, am driving for TEN HOURS! UGH, it shall blow, to ultimate proportions. But, we got a cute as crap apartment for a pretty reasonable rent. And hey, I'll be able to drive 5 minutes and be at the beach, so I can't complain too much.
I am still riddled with anxiety about the no job thing. On one hand I don't want a job for the next few months other than working at a restaurant. I have a ton of plans this summer (June, Hawaii and my sisters graduation, July spending time with Dave when he gets back from Afghanistan and going to see my dad) so I feel like if I'm going to start school why not take the summer to enjoy myself. BUT I don't know if I'm for sure going to law school, so it's all up in the air. In the case of me not going back to school, I need a job, and a good one! Or I need some rich sucker to marry me and put me on his health insurance. I'll take either one.
(aforementioned "sucker" can't require any physical contact from me...just sayin')
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