I don't know why I post the things I post. Like when I get my hopes up about something (see the last two posts about potential moves for us). I get all excited and then...
It falls through.
The lady in Seattle? She still wants us.
I still want to go.
But I don't think it's going to happen.
"Not under these conditions," someone said.
I hate Provo.
I hate my job.
I want OUT.
I feel like I'm a fish on dry land, slowly suffocating. Or better yet, I feel like a fish in a plastic carnival bag that is slowly leaking water. Yep. Like this:
I'm running out of room to breathe, to swim, to be happy and alive. And here comes this net, ready to scoop me up. But I can't tell if the net will drop me into the ocean where I can breathe and be free and happy, or if it will simply drop me into a small bowl where I will continuously swim in circles, surrounded by my own fecal matter.
So no, I don't think we are taking this Seattle job. "Not under these conditions." (Makes snide, mocking face.)