Transition

So, here I am.
I am out of school.
I walk. I do yoga. I cry.
I go to channelling classes.
I wander the streets.
I walk to the other side of the street in some of the dicey neighborhoods.
I drive to the mountains. I sit.
I watch my money dwindle.
I have failed.
I am jobless.
I guess I have to move home.
I sigh.

I have one student, then I have none.
I don't know why I am here.
I mean in the big picture.
I give up.

I go on an interview.
I am not what they are looking for.
I go on an interview.
I can't take that salary after Graduate School!

I am in an accident.
I am OK.
I drive with duct tape on the bumper.

I start packing.
I give away stuff.
I have yard sales.
I ask the landlord for a break.
I am thrilled to get one.
I am alone in the apartment.
I call my dad for help.
I say Goodbye.

I send resumes to Pennsylvania and New Jersey.
I hate this field!
Why did I get this degree?
I can't go back to my old job.
I don't see that as an option.

I don't understand.
Why?

I leave.
I move back home.
I find a job in PA as soon as I completely give up on MA.

It's not the bestest fit for me.
I don't know where the road will eventually take me.
I follow the turns.
Here I am.