Decisions and pants

I had a job interview yesterday. Surprise. Maybe that should be the other way around. Anyway. It was with Habitat for Humanity [Des Moines branch - duh] for a position that would work closely with faith centered organizations and volunteers and such. I think the interview went well, except when I blanked on the "describe yourself with three words" question [I don't recall my entire answer]. I'm a writer for goodness sake, I can't limit myself to three words. I once went three thousand words over the max word count for a paper. Regardless. They didn't offer me the position as they just made it publicly known that the job will be available in June. I only happened to hear about it through a friend who thought it would be a great fit for me. And it would, except...

You see, I'm twenty-five, I've got bills and I'm starting to get kind of nervous with this whole grownup thing, because it seems as though people start becoming responsible in all sorts of ways around this time of their lives. And I think maybe that might be a good idea. Well, this job is funded through Americorps and let's just say that the pay is less than optimal. Far less. I talked with someone who is in Americorps and she said that she is eligible for section eight housing. And it would totally be alright if one were to have some sort of stockpile of savings, and/or another person to help pay the bills. But I have neither.

So I weigh the options and the benefits of decisions and vocations. It's not a step up, maybe a step out? What do I want to do? Will I have time to do the things that I love? Will I have money to buy food? And though I am certainly leaning one way rather than the other, I have yet to make a choice. Or maybe I have and I'm not ready to admit it to myself. Yeah, that sounds about right. Or I might not be the one to make the decision. In the meantime if anyone wants to give me a job in any of the following cities, it'd be great, thanks: Des Moines, Ames, Portland [Oregon], Grand Rapids - "Grap" - [Michigan], Garmisch [Germany]. Side note: much appreciation to the sun for its recent bout of shininess, muchas gracias. you have my love.