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[harlequinno]

I wish I had a friend in this city. Seriously. All I need is someone to turn a key.
I can't go it alone, but it's my own fault that I hate everyone who's left.

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[kingsleya]

Why do you stay?

[harlequinno]

I'm enfettered by a job that pays just well enough to keep me from quitting, a truck that despite my best efforts is still not running, financial obligations that make it less easy to uproot myself, the promise of returning comrades on the horizon. I think I also realize that my happiness has more to do with my inner landscape, than the external stimuli that I project my frustrations to.

My job will either get better or worse, my friends will soon return, my debts will slowly diminish, and with a little luck, my truck will eventually start again.

Seriously though, ever just need an extra pair of hands?
This isn't amateur hour.

[kingsleya]

I feel you bluh.
A job there vs. maybe-no-job-here.

Has to be weighted more heftily nowaday.

[harlequinno]

It wouldn't be so bad if I knew Sallie Mae wouldn't be knocking on my box-car door each month.

Let's just hope my truck doesn't need an engine rebuild.