janktoaster
Well-known member
Damn....... my grandparents are moving out of their house in September and I won't be able to see it one last time. I spent my entire life visiting their house in rural New Jersey. Almost every one of my holidays was spent eating spiced nuts in front of their fire place. I remember the smell of the soap that my grandma used in the kitchen and the sound of the gravel driveway under my feet. It's weird, I never thought I'd miss a house so much, but I'm so sad right now.
I know they're too old to handle it themselves and are moving to a retirement community, but that house was and always will be my life. The trees, the brook and the fields and the smell of hay on the breeze and the daily early morning mourning doves outside the room I'd always sleep in. The old apple cider press that my great great grandpa used and running from all the wasps that would loiter around us as we made it, fresh. The bench under the willow tree. The sledding hill and hot chocolate and ginger snaps. The sight of the thousands of daffodils in the spring that my grandma spent years planting. Her expansive vegetable garden I spent hours and hours with her in, learning about the plants and helping her plant them. The sound of their flag flapping in the wind.
I'll miss it. I miss them, I wish I was closer. I'm trying to start an actual life in Oregon, because for the last eight or so years I've been living for others and not myself. I haven't been true to myself and I've been set to be here for two years, but it feels wrong. My friend's roommate split on the rent agreement, so I'm helping her finish her lease: it's up in December. But, I can't for the life of me find a job. Odd jobs off Craigslist can't pay the rent, and seeing all the crusty kids makes me want to be back on the road. I have a car here that gets incredible gas mileage, but I've never jugged and I would rather work than fly a sign. I want to go back to school, I want to teach English to high schoolers. I've always wanted to, but I hate school. I've dropped out of two colleges, but I want to go, it's the strangest thing. I love to learn and I love meeting new, likeminded people and I want to teach. I want to be the teacher that makes kids like school, want to be there and enjoy what they're learning, mainly because I never really had that, aside from maybe one or two teachers that made an impact. I told my grandma I'd go back to school, so I have to. I have to and I know it, I have two years left, maybe three.
I'm just truly lost and confused and torn and depressed, in a rut. I've applied to 30+ places and get interviews and then nothing. And they all go so well! It's discouraging to say the least. I just, I'm torn. Do I pack my shit and go back east, closer to where they'll be in Maine? I can't stand to be this far from them, I want to be within driving distance.... I go to a school somewhere, in some new city and finish that and then travel for a while? Do I make what I can and leave my friend and her lease and pack my shit and try and make it back to the east coast? I would just hop or hitch but I can't leave the car, my grandparents loaned it to me to use out here. Do I stay here and live in my car and go to school? Keep trying to find a job here? Struggle until December and then go? Or do I go back and say screw school and just hit the road for a while? Travel around New England? It calls me daily. But I need purpose and yes the road is a purpose, my urge to travel is stronger than most emotions I feel, but I don't know.
I'm sorry this went on so long, I didn't mean to write a novel. No need to read this far, I'm just kinda venting. Thinking out loud. If y'all do get this far, I guess just give me your thoughts. Many thanks
I know they're too old to handle it themselves and are moving to a retirement community, but that house was and always will be my life. The trees, the brook and the fields and the smell of hay on the breeze and the daily early morning mourning doves outside the room I'd always sleep in. The old apple cider press that my great great grandpa used and running from all the wasps that would loiter around us as we made it, fresh. The bench under the willow tree. The sledding hill and hot chocolate and ginger snaps. The sight of the thousands of daffodils in the spring that my grandma spent years planting. Her expansive vegetable garden I spent hours and hours with her in, learning about the plants and helping her plant them. The sound of their flag flapping in the wind.
I'll miss it. I miss them, I wish I was closer. I'm trying to start an actual life in Oregon, because for the last eight or so years I've been living for others and not myself. I haven't been true to myself and I've been set to be here for two years, but it feels wrong. My friend's roommate split on the rent agreement, so I'm helping her finish her lease: it's up in December. But, I can't for the life of me find a job. Odd jobs off Craigslist can't pay the rent, and seeing all the crusty kids makes me want to be back on the road. I have a car here that gets incredible gas mileage, but I've never jugged and I would rather work than fly a sign. I want to go back to school, I want to teach English to high schoolers. I've always wanted to, but I hate school. I've dropped out of two colleges, but I want to go, it's the strangest thing. I love to learn and I love meeting new, likeminded people and I want to teach. I want to be the teacher that makes kids like school, want to be there and enjoy what they're learning, mainly because I never really had that, aside from maybe one or two teachers that made an impact. I told my grandma I'd go back to school, so I have to. I have to and I know it, I have two years left, maybe three.
I'm just truly lost and confused and torn and depressed, in a rut. I've applied to 30+ places and get interviews and then nothing. And they all go so well! It's discouraging to say the least. I just, I'm torn. Do I pack my shit and go back east, closer to where they'll be in Maine? I can't stand to be this far from them, I want to be within driving distance.... I go to a school somewhere, in some new city and finish that and then travel for a while? Do I make what I can and leave my friend and her lease and pack my shit and try and make it back to the east coast? I would just hop or hitch but I can't leave the car, my grandparents loaned it to me to use out here. Do I stay here and live in my car and go to school? Keep trying to find a job here? Struggle until December and then go? Or do I go back and say screw school and just hit the road for a while? Travel around New England? It calls me daily. But I need purpose and yes the road is a purpose, my urge to travel is stronger than most emotions I feel, but I don't know.
I'm sorry this went on so long, I didn't mean to write a novel. No need to read this far, I'm just kinda venting. Thinking out loud. If y'all do get this far, I guess just give me your thoughts. Many thanks