Left Georgia on a wing and a prayer, no job, no house- just camping. It's scary. It was cold.
I don't know what is happening. I've been down here for two weeks tomorrow and still have no job. That is so surprising to me. I wasn't expecting that at all. I have to start serving somewhere this week. I definitely need the money.
I don't know what to make of it. I haven't written squat on my new book. My mind is too caught up with the anxiety of survival.
I have an interview tomorrow for a job I don't really want. I'm going to go and see what happens, but it's not ideal. At least I'll get dressed up anyhow.
I'm going to go to the food pantry that I used to volunteer at occasionally on wednesday. It will be nice to do something productive, with people that have a heart and a purpose.
