One would hope that the feeling of regret would never come up, but it has. At least for me.
It is not as if I regret going to Germany fully. It's just that now, after digressing from life in Murray for a bit, but I definitely have not been able to jump back on the track.
To be fair, it isn't quite my fault. At least all of it. For one, the issue of earning a wage. While working at the office on campus last summer, I was told that I was guaranteed a position there upon returning this spring. Well. Not really. So I hopped right back into the world of job searching. After a month, I found a place and the owner fell in love with me. The only problem that came up was a common one: a college student am I. And, subtracting from the details, I'm still essentially jobless.
How I am paying rent and bills is a complete mystery to me at the moment.
And somewhere along the way, I've lost my friends' attention since being away.
Jobless (kinda), friendless (kinda), and having trouble remembering the English language, I'm slowly trying to make it back.
Cheers.
Who's writing this thing?
- The Little Wandering Owl
- Every real and searching effort at self-improvement is, of itself, a lesson of profound humanity.