Officially homesick.

I miss my bed. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my cats. I miss my truck. I miss my jobs.

I went out pavement pounding today, and just got a bunch of people saying "we aren't hiring right now, and we don't take CVs when we aren't hiring, but come back in a couple weeks and we will be hiring then!" Lame.

Haven't found a place to live yet. Hopefully by the end of the week. Ugh.

And, I think my body is protesting my move. Everything hurts. And I have random bruises that I have no clue where I got. I think that my mind is latching on all these things that are going wrong, and is saying "this wouldn't have happened if you would have just stayed home like a good girl! Now you must suffer!"

Don't get me wrong. I am having fun. A lot of fun. But right now, I feel like I want to whine. This whole being in limbo thing really isn't sitting well with me. I just hope I can find a job and a place to live soon, then I can go traveling and get my mind in a better place.