Last October, I took an admin job with a non-profit organization. The job is what I needed at the time. It kept us afloat until my husband was able to secure a job in April of this year which happened to be the month we used up the last of our saved fortune to pay our rent.
It’s “funny” how these things happen. One of the reasons we left the US was to earn money and to save so we would never be in this situation ever again. Never say never, I guess. Lesson learned, Universe; lesson learned.
See, the thing is, when you come back to your home country after selling everything you ever owned and moving half way around the world then get cut unexpectedly from a contract over seas, you have no credit; You have no drivers license, no home, no identity. And you can’t collect unemployment. That’s the biggest and most difficult thing. You have no life line. There is no assistance for you. You have to re-acclimate to the life of an American and that is not easy – especially when you had never planned on coming back to America at all. America is difficult. The people are difficult, the government is difficult and the life is difficult. Not impossible but not easy either.
We lost our entire fortune trying to stay afloat the last year and a half. It has sucked.
It is getting better though. That job I took last October became suffocating and threatened to turn me into a dark shell of anger and depression so I applied for a new job in the same company. I started my new job last week. I love it.
New chapters bring new hopes. We’ve just got to keep turning the pages.