Well, well, well. Where to start.
The short sale home we were hoping for didn't work out. The selling bank's investor decided to pull a last minute increase on the price of the home we were trying to purchase and we decided that it just wasn't worth that to us. So here we are. In Punta Gorda, living with my in laws and no home to call our own.
We have continued our search for a new home and have made many offers but nothing has panned out yet. Michael and I are getting very disillusioned with the real estate buying process and are constantly having to remind ourselves (and each other) that it will all be worth it when we get our home. But morale is very low on that front.
As for my career path, I have interviewed for SO many jobs here it's sickening. Unfortunately for me, the job market here in Florida is flooded with applicants. One job I interviewed for only had 2 positions and there over 300 applicants!!!! When I didn't get the position, the lady on the phone told me I was in the Top 5 of those interviewed. I guess that should have made me feel better, but it really didn't, especially since I knew I was overqualified for that job. It just made it worse to know that I couldn't get a job that I could easily have done. That was what hurt the most.
Most recently, I took a test and interviewed for a position with the State of Florida and am STILL awaiting news as to whether or not I will be offered the position. The job is the same job I was doing in TN working with those who are applying for government assistance but there is an added perk of eventually being able to do it from home. To me this is extremely appealing, especially since Michael and I would like to start a family within the next few years. This would allow me the rare opportunity of being a mother, caring for our child myself, and still being able to bring in a full-time income. Very appealing indeed.
Pretty much and to be frank, I am "chomping at the bit" to see what is going to happen next. This whole "hurry up and wait" stage of life is driving me crazy. To go from such a fast paced existence, to a slower one, to being single for so long, to being married, to hurrying up to get things straightened out to buy a home, then to have the deal change at the last minute, then to test and interview for a job, only then to have to wait for weeks to find out if I am being offered a position........all of it is enough to make a crazy person and sane. And I have to say for me, maybe it's vice versa (if I was truly sane to begin with). :-D
On top of all of that, my in laws are extremely wonderful to let us stay here, but it's difficult for me to be comfortable with this arrangement. Keep in mind, I have lived on my own for 11 years and this to me, is maddening. That is not a reflection on them. Just that I don't have any of my furniture, belongings, or most of my clothes. Everything material (and yes, I recognize that is not what's most important in life!) that I have accumulated in my life is locked away in a storage unit. Along with that, I feel that my identity as a self sufficient, independent person is lost. I have previously judged people my age who were living with family as lazy, moochers, etc. Now I know, and hope you all will see, that is just NOT always the case. Sometimes there are extenuating circumstances that put people in that position that are beyond their control.
And to make me feel even worse, our first wedding anniversary is toward the end of this month, my 30th birthday is in November, and I don't want to still be living here for those events.
I think that's all I have for now...stay tuned.