Almost two and a half years ago I up and moved away from the area I lived most of my life. It took me awhile but finally the new area felt like home. I had friends, a job; I was out doing things and enjoying myself. Then the company I was working for was sold and the new owners already had their own employees so everyone that previously worked there lost their job. That was blow number one. Blow number two came about a week later from an unlikely source, my best friend. My roommate, the person who asked me to move and leave everything behind, said that she wanted to live alone that it wasn’t my fault but it was something that she needed to do. She gave me thirty days to find a new job, find a new apartment, save up enough for a security deposit and first months rent while still paying for the current bills at the apartment we shared. WTF?! I couldn’t (and still don’t) know how someone who called me their best friend could do that. My only option was to suck up my pride and ask my dad if I could move back in with him until I find a job and my own place.

So, here I am, basically back where I started but this time I have no job and no best friend. Hell, I hardly have any friends in the area most of them have moved. I just feel that I had made so much progress and I was so independent just to lose it all. I fell as if I just wasted almost three years of my life…..BLAH!