Forwarding Address
10:56 p.m. | 2008-12-04
I am writing to you from the side of a friends bed that I am sharing. I no longer have an apartment, I just up a left Gainesville after taking a job with the Nine West again.
So here I am, homeless and broke, driving across central Florida everyday to my job, with half of my clothes in my car.
I felt that it was the best move, there was better pay than what I was getting, plus maybe this would be the time I would meet someone that really mattered. I'm not so sure how that will work out, but I am trying to keep faith. I will eventually get a place (I am thinking more St. Petersburg) and then let fate happen I guess.
Just though I would give you an update.
I suggest:
Flying by the seat of your pants during the holiday season is the best high.