My Self-Imposed Deadline

Recently I came to a decision that probably dissapoint many of my friends, but I think that they will understand my reasoning. I've been looking for a new job here and have ratcheted down my responsibilities at St. Mike and am only doing very sporadic subbing there. I'm temping and working for the CPA my mom works for-- which is kind of cool, since most recently I've been organizing financial records for an audit of two new apartment buildings, which is something I never thought I'd be involved in, since I am not a math person. I am a logic person, but not a math person.

Anyway, back to my all-important decision. I have decided to give myself a deadline of the end of the holiday season for moving to Atlanta. If I do not have a great job shortly before Christmas, then I will be moving to Atlanta and staying with the lovely Sena until I find a fabulous job there and a great apartment. I have been looking for more information on Atlanta and Georgia in general and looking at information on job opportunities and opportunities in writing and the arts down there and I found something that illustrates so clearly the difference in opportunities for me down there vs. the possibilites here. I was looking through a book that listed arts councils by state, and Georigia's was found at www.gaarts.org. Michigan's reference is found at www.michigan.gov/hal/0,1607,7-160-17445_19272---,00.html. No joke.

Sena regularly sends me the classifieds as a not-so-subtle, but not un-welcome hint, and there as well the difference between what is available down there and here in MI is striking. And why not, it's a great opportunity and Sena is going to give me access to all that Atlanta has to offer by allowing me to stay with her for free until I find something permanent. And as I have been known to say-- when will I ever have the mobility that I have now? I'm not married, I don't have a car payment, I don't have a mortgage- all I have is a cat. Unfortunately Sena is allergic and they wouldn't let her have a cat in her Resident Director apartment at Georgia Tech. We're praying and hunting for a temporary home for Daisy, or if it comes to that, a permanent one. Sena thinks that I should just leave her with the parents, but they have made it clear in the past that this wouldn't be cool with them. Now I just need to keep working temp and for Bruce Justin CPA so that I can have enough money to last and to buy or create beautiful Christmas presents for friends and family, and to actually make the move southward. (It sounds like I've already firmly made the decision, huh?)

Speaking of Christmas presents being made, I am happy to say that my bro. still has the painting that I made him up. It's in his bathroom, but that is cool with me, especially since it's a rather humorous piece about vomit. That sounds really gross, and I totally wish I had taken a pic. of it so that you could understand. I tried to explain it a little more, but that really is kinda useless so I deleted it all. I also want to put up some pics of the jewelry that I have made for myself and a few others up here, but that's pretty low on the priority list next to getting a job. And if you're my friend and reading this you'll likely see it at Christmas itself since making earrings and such is something not too expensive, but highly personal that I can do. I guess I'm good at it, because I always get compliments when I'm wearing something I've made. That sounded arrogant. Sorry.

Okay, I have totally drifted away from the above listed topic so that usually means that I should wrap it up. Peace.