Drastic Solutions...

Last time I wrote, I was bemoaning the fact that I'd just got paid for a hard month's work - and I was already broke. Every cent of my pay went to rent, utilities, and childcare. I live far away from family and friends, and my last pay brought home the fact that it was ridiculous to stay here. Why? If I'm not getting ahead in any way, why would I live here?
So I'm moving back.
Selling off almost everything I own. The only things we're moving are our clothes, mementoes. I'll keep my kitchen stuff.
Otherwise, my 10 year old daughter and I will be sleeping on borrowed air mattresses. We're starting from scratch all over again.
And it's worth it.
It took an eye opener for me to realize that moving away from family and friends, in search of financial stability, is never a good move. When you're missing people, even the best of jobs feels empty.
When I was a kid, the family moved around so much that I grew up without knowing where my "hometown" was. I didn't feel the connection to any place in particular. But I have a longing to get back to my home community - the place where I can call up my sister, or my mother, or my best friend - and I know they're just a few minutes away.
So I'm going home.
Being able to say "home" is priceless.