About a week ago I lost my job (go outsourcing!), and I’m looking around at the apartment I should really start packing up since my roommate moved out and thus far attempts to replace said roommate have proven unsuccessful so I can’t re-up my lease as I can’t afford this place alone, specifically when I’m out of work, and it strikes me that by all rights, I should be freaking the fuck out.
But I’m not.
Nothing lasts forever, and whenever things end - jobs, living situation, relationships, etc. - they leave us with the possibility for a fresh start. And fresh starts can be pretty awesome.