I can feel the tiptoeing around me. I’ve been unemployed for exactly one hour now and my sister has already agreed to letting me make my famous “Rachie Juice.” Something she NEVER approves of. Well, she really just doesn’t approve of me EVER making the drinks because I’m more of a 3:1 person rather than the recommended 1:3 person.
I know people want to be nice about it and I appreciate it, I do.
It’s just that I don’t want to be seen as something less, as a charity case, or fragile. Even more, I don’t want to get comfortable and do nothing. I was proud of myself for finally making it on my own. I wasn’t another kid from prep school living out life on daddy’s credit card – which no hate for that, I wish I could but I know that isn’t the life my dad wants me to have.
I just don’t want to be stuck in my old ways. I want to keep moving forward and having big life milestones with my boyfriend. I want money to start a family (future, definitely not now) and travel the world with my love. I want to do life my way and I know that can’t happen if I get comfortable and decide to live with my parents forever.
Life is so weird being unemployed.