|remember when I lived in Paris? THAT was a fun blog|
So here's the situation: I'm about to move home. And it's a Big Deal. I've been out in the Real World for approximately four years, and haven't spent more than 7 weeks chez mes parents since I was 18. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and all that jazz, but like...it's gonna be weird. Can't deny it.
|luckily my parents are excited...these are the faces they made when I said I was moving home|
In addition to that, I am without a job. Yeah, I'm working on it, but I'm not sure if you're aware of the current state of the economy. Times are tough, especially in small-town Ohio. On my radar: substitute teaching, with an emphasis on French (imagine my surprise when I found out I was qualified to fill-in long term for French teachers state-wide). However, I actually have little to no idea of what will actually earn me any money.
(Shameless plug: if you want my resumé, I can email it to you. I'm pretty qualified to do stuff with kids, mindless office work, probably heavy labor, and/or anything you want to pay me to do, really. I'm good at exaggerating.)
|I don't even make fun of kids who get gum all over them|
|tiny Natalie has no idea what lies ahead|