Solitude

I don’t think I’ve spoken out loud in over 24 hours.  If I have, it was only to say hello to the dog or tell her how cute she is.  I even went to Walmart this afternoon, but I kept my headphones on the whole time since everyone there knows me and there’s no need for verbal communication.

How sad.

But I can’t complain too much.  This is the life I’d always envisioned for myself.  Sometimes I even actively seek it out.  Nobody to bother me, nothing weighing me down, freedom to do as I please.  There is, however, one huge thing that’s really holding me back: money.

I started working from home some time ago in the hopes that freelancing would keep me above water.  Sadly, that doesn’t seem to be the case.  I’ve made a few hundred bucks, sure, but I just don’t think it’s going to cut it in the long run.  I’m already late on my rent, so I have to do something about that.  I’ve drowned my pride in the river (note: there are no rivers here because I live in the middle of nowhere) and sent a few applications out today.  I guess my daydream is over and now I’ll have to actually talk to people again.  God help us all.  Let’s just hope I don’t get stuck working with a bunch of people that can’t speak English again.  They were nice and all, but not understanding the surrounding conversations might be worse than being dragged into them.  Maybe.  Jury’s still out on that one.