My son is in the process of moving home. He moved to Florida at the end of July, and things have not worked out they way he hoped and he is coming home and moving back in with us. I won’t go into all the details of what happened and what wrong wrong. I get his frustration and reasoning why to move back. I do. I’m trying to be as supportive as I can without showing my disappointment. My disappointment is in the situation more than anything. He took up a friend on a job opportunity…and in the end, he was completely misled, plus the friend has issues that made things far more difficult than anyone expected them to be.
Life doesn’t seem to be as easy for the younger generation. Finding a decent job that pays well, when you haven’t gone to college is not easy. And, supporting yourself on minimum wage is difficult. Rent is outrageous…and i really don’t understand why rent is so high. Who can afford to live in some of these places…when you pay $800 or more for a small bedroom; kitchen; bathroom and living room/dining room. Most of these places don’t even have any amenities..you pay your utilities; you have to use a communal laundry room….and half the time the washers and dryers are not working properly.
My husband, has threatened to cut my son off of all support within a year. That upset me. I told him his parents would not have done that to him, and mine wouldn’t have either, and to think that my son could be homeless and hungry is heartbreaking. It hopefully will never come to that but since he is coming back to Illinois, which has a very high personal income tax; and is one of the worst states to live in; there are some factors that will make things tougher. But he will have a roof over his head. We live in a small town and there are a not a lot of jobs to be had, which means commuting to one of the cities…each over 30 minutes away. Wages get turned quickly into gas, and the paycheck dwindles.
I got into a travelling bullet journal group recently. It is fun, and I am learning how others journal. We each get a journal for about 10 days, write in it as our own, then send it off to the next person. Eventually, our original journal makes its way back to us, all filled in…we are mailing out today, so I need to finish up my work in this one and package it up to send off, then anxiously await the mailman to bring the next one to me. I don’t have a separate bullet journal instagram account as many others do, but I have taken a few photos of the ones I have received, and need to do that before I send this one off.
I need to organize all the photos I have taken and put them on the PC so when I am blogging I have immediate access to them, instead of having to go to the laptop or the storage device they are on to get them so I can share them.
Well..I work the next 5 days straight so I better start tackling my to do list…writing in this blog was one of the top things on my list. I started this one in the hopes to make it more of a habit, and I have failed. Perhaps when I finish the book I am reading, I will blog about that as well.