Actually, I've been back in the grind since last Wednesday, and absence did not make the heart grow fonder for the grind. I wish I could blog about specific grinding things, but I can't. Cupcake Antics are mere mosquitoes buzzing around my ears.
Asheville is falling off the Possible Destinations List. There just ain't no jobs there. It's small, it's hippie-chic and artsy and fun, but there's not much There there, employment-wise. And call me boring and middle class baby boomerish, but I'd like to retire someday and not work three $8 an hour jobs until I die.
Boy is struggling and feeling discouraged - working way below one's education and capabilities is demoralizing, and it's not like he's not out there pitching and willing to take anything to get a foot in the door. There just aren't many doors.
So I'm on a two track path. I'm still hoping that things will shake out with the company I work for now - I mean, company-wise, not Me-personally-wise. And in the meantime, I'm unloading baggage and checking out other semi-familiar places, like Greenville and Columbia, SC. Much lower cost of living than here, and there are jobs.
The housing market has slowed from the madness of the last two years, yes, but it's not DEAD in the South. A house on my street went on the market at nearly $300k about three or four weeks ago. It has a sale pending sign on it right now. For a big 1600 square feet on a postage stamp lot, though in a nice neighborhood and a great school district (not by Florida standards, but by actual national standards). It's a lovely house, well maintained and updated, but...OhMyGAWD. The original owners in this neighborhood (and there are several) must feel like they won the lottery. I do, and I've only been here 10 years.
So I will put my nose back to the grindstone, throw my shoulder to the wheel, insert your favorite cliche of drudgery here, and continue my path of working long, stress-filled, demented hours and getting this house in shape to sell if the working long hours doesn't pay off with job security, not that I have much control over that, and that's something I can't blog about but seriously, I wanted to be challenged and damn, be careful what you wish for.
The Mustard Seed is coming for some of the furniture. Vietnam Vets is coming for the smaller stuff. I have a (different) consignment shop eager to take the computer armoire. They actually quoted me a price and talked business, unlike the first contact in the high rent district. I am lightening the load, emptying the house, I need room to breathe.