Decision Made

Wow, so much time has passed since my last post. I have been busy packing and purging.

IT’S ENDLESS! I have actually been purging and boxing things for the Goodwill, but I still have plenty more that I am keeping.

It’s surprising how relaxed I am about not being employed. I am rather elated over being let go from SCAD. I was so unhappy. It was shear torture going to work every day and utterly boring. Couple that with the unprofessional behaviour of the so-called “professionals” it really made for a depressing environment.

The staff morale throughout campus is so low it’s amazing. In the department I worked alone the majority of individuals have a gripe. I also know of several individuals whom are looking for jobs elsewhere.

Now I am free. Free of the bonds that held me to that place for so long and I FEEL GREAT!

My friend Gloria came to visit me from Los Angeles. We had a good time. A wee bit too much because we gave ourselves a touch of alcohol poisoning. We were both out of it for two and half days. Oh well. Live and learn. I can say that won’t happen again. I think.

I have also been visiting with family and friends saying my goodbyes. I am going to escape the vortex of goo! You ask where I am going? Well, a decision has been made.

I am going to move to Florida. Yes, another bastion of right wing extremism. Anyhow, I am going home to stay with my mum for a while. Yes. Classic, I know. A 39-year-old gay man, unemployed and living with his mother. OH, and I was contacted by a former high school classmate via an email informing me that she is coordinating our 20-year reunion. GREAT! I feel like this is a script to a bad sitcom. Of course I won’t be attending. I have avoided all the others.

I decided not to pick up and settle down somewhere arbitrary and hope to find a job. It would end up being a waste of money. My mum is right. She said I should come home so I don’t have to pay rent, etc. She also offered to take care of Nora-Grace and Tabitha when I am off for interviews. A baby sitter! That’s a good thing.

So I must continue to pack away. The movers arrive on the 29 June and I escape the vortex on the 30 June.