Bless me, babies, for I have sinned. It has been five months since my last blog post.
If you know me, you know that I’ve been through a hell of a lot in the past five months. I became unemployed for the second time in just over a year. I went through the hellish process of applying to more than fifty jobs in Minneapolis. I got one interview. I didn’t get any jobs.
So I applied to two jobs in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I have a handful of friends in Fort Wayne, and I needed a job, so it was worth a shot. I had an interview on August 3rd. Two weeks later, on August 18th, I moved to Indiana.
The two weeks between those dates almost don’t seem real. I sold nearly everything I owned. What I couldn’t sell, I left on the curb outside my home or took to Goodwill (three full carloads). I whittled down my earthly possessions to what would fit in my car. My friend Dan drove his truck up from Indiana so that I could take my bed and my desk with me–the only two large things I felt any attachment to. And on the morning of the 18th, I stopped living in Minnesota.
The good thing about being back in Indiana is that I’m teaching again. I have a few writing courses at a local university. But that job isn’t long for this world, either. I found out a few weeks ago that they are unable to offer me more than one class in the spring, which means I have been looking for a job elsewhere.
Last night I had a dream I was on an island in a wedding dress, walking through tall weeds, a pastel kind of light filtering over me. I’m not sure what this means. Aside from the fact that Adrian Monk was there, it felt natural and serene. I like to think that maybe this means I know what I need to feel happy. I’m not sure what it is yet, but I’m not done looking.