My Dad left for Guam a couple of months after I moved back home, so it’s pretty much been just myself and my Mom this whole time. So, I pretty much take care of housework and other errands during the afternoon while she’s at work. If I’m working on any personal projects, I usually don’t get to them until night, when I know I won’t be interrupted.

I don’t particularly like living this way, but it’s at least comfortable. Even when I lived on my own through college, I kept my expenses down, and moving back home suddenly meant no rent, utility, or food bills to boot. Had I been working all this time, I guess I’d be sitting on a stack of money now – except, if I had the money, I would have already bailed. It’s not that I’m miserable. I’m just bored.

My Dad might be back by the end of the year, or he might not. He won’t necessarily have a job waiting for him then, so my parents might have to pack up and move. My old roommates (and best friends) from college still live together, and plan to find a new place once their current lease ends in December. I’ve agreed to move back. I’m going back to school next semester anyway, to finish the last couple of foreign language classes I need in order to officially graduate.

Of course, that means I need to find a job by then. It’s tough, though. The economy is down, my resume has a hole in it from not having worked for so long, and I’ve simply forgotten how to go about LOOKING for a job. Further complicating things is that many potential jobs within easy commuting distance of where I WILL be living aren’t reasonable commuting distance from where I CURRENTLY live. And since I’ll be in school again (even though I’ll only be taking one class per semester), I can’t do 40 hours/week.

But as stressful as it all is, I’m looking forward to getting out of here. I’m so tired of wasting so much time doing absolutely nothing of value. Even my leisure time feels like a waste.