A Break

I think I am goign to be forced to take a temporary break from the job search.

On Saturday morning I woke up with my right arm "asleep" but it never cleared up. My hands have been tingly for 8 years (wow! it's been 8 years) and I did need to learn to write and type all over again. But, now the sensation is in my arm and going into my right leg. It's weird. My left hand still feels like it has for the last 8 years but now my right arm from my shoulder to my fingertips feel about 50 times more tingly (the "pins and needles"). I can barely pick anything up or hold it... and I thought I dropped things a lot before. It's hard to hold a pen and it takes lots of concentration to type because I am lacking to coordination to hit the correct key. Last night I was trying to watch TV and I had trouble changing the channels.

This is stuff I take for granted when I am feeling well.

I talked to my sister last night. I have not talked to her in a while. We decided that if I do move home we can get an apartment together. I guess that would be okay. She is a sister and not a regular friend. I did live with her for 17 years. (I had to do some math... I was almost 2 when she was born and left for college when I was 19... but should I count the summers I came home from school?) I already know that she likes to take my clothes and makeup. But I also know whe does not like to pay for anything so I will probably be buying all the cleaning supplies and groceries... but we are adults now so she might chip in now. Sisters.

I looked at some apartments in Philly while I was online today. I found agreat one in a great area. It's a two floor place that is a great price. What I liked best was that both bedrooms are the EXACT measurements and layouts. I cannot wait to tell her.

She was not too excited when I told her about Amercian Idol. She just said "you are going to do that?" I wish that someone in my family could be happy for me on occassion. They wonder why I chose to move away. And then I wonder why I feel I should move back because they miss me. But then I do miss them too. I hate the idea of someone getting sick and me not being there.

I wish there was some sort of middle ground.