When I was still in New York I had big dreams about what my life would be like once I moved to Texas. I thought I would move into my mom’s house while I continued job hunting, I would secure a job within a few weeks, then I would move out, rent my own apartment and buy my own car (with the money from my new salary). But that hasn’t happened, obviously.
I’ve been home for six weeks now and I’m still living at home. I still don’t have a job. I’ve been on three interviews, but have yet to be offered a paying position, stupid recession. At first I was discouraged, but then I made a few adjustments and altered my plan.
I decided that I was going to work as a substitute teacher this year and find a part-time job to work at on the side. I filled out my substitute application last week and I’m scheduled to be fingerprinted on Thursday. This would ultimately lead me to to the alternative teaching certification program which I would begin in a couple months. I decided I would teach for two years and then become a school counselor. With this plan I decided I was okay with the idea of living at home for at least six more months while I saved up money and searched for a real teaching job. That was the plan until yesterday and I was excited about it.
But then I got a call about a position I applied for several weeks ago and for which I will interview tomorrow. It’s through a non-profit agency working with children, adolescents, and families dealing with family conflict, runaways and delinquent behavior. It sounds like something I would really enjoy and would be a great first job. The only concern I have is that the position is not in Austin. It’s in a small town about 100 miles north (actually, it’s the town where I went to college) which is not my first choice of places to live by any means. It’s away from my friends and family, and the town is pretty boring (I lived there for four years, I’m not exaggerating on this fact). But I guess that’s the only negative.
Of course, I’m not getting too set on the idea of moving yet… I haven’t even interviewed and have no idea what my chances are of getting hired. But still. It’s stressful to think about. I thought I had a set plan and now it’s been thrown up in the air again. It makes me feel a bit unprepared and restless. Flighty even. I’m so ready to settle down and start making some decisions about my life. I wish I could have a set, solid plan, you know? But then again, most plans don’t work out the way you’d like anyway so maybe it’s better to be flexible.
Anyway, wish me luck on my interview tomorrow! I’ll be sure to keep you updated.