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After 14 years of living on my own I started crashing in my parents guest room after losing my house and job over the course of one week 7 months ago. I've honestly never been so depressed in my life. I'm working another job but the pay isn't very good and I literally can't afford a place now because rent has more than doubled in the last few years here. Apt hunting (even finding a roommate) has proved just completely defeating beyond anything I have ever seen because of all these loving transplants that won't stop moving here. I seriously want to leave. I just got back from Tampa and I kind of just want to move there. Cheaper rent and I like the climate and I want to live near water instead of being landlocked. Then again I have no job out there, the only people I know are my in laws (my bros wife) who I just met but they are really cool, it's not like I'm close with them or anything, and honestly I don't like the idea of being that far away from my family. I am pretty close with them for the first time in my life and my parents aren't getting any younger. Really have no idea what to do but I think my mental health and ego is going to completely erode into nothing if I stay in this situation much longer. I really don't know how to get the ball rolling right now. To top it all off I had one year left in my bachelors "took a short break" and managed to get myself into default on my student loans so I hosed myself there too because I'm an idiot. Edit: lol sorry for the E/N as gently caress post I just randomly ran into this thread and it rang a little close to home. veni veni veni fucked around with this message at 19:17 on Feb 21, 2017 |
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