Limbo
Yesterday I briefly posted about being in limbo. I’ll use this post to go into a bit more detail.
Back in Feb and March of 2010 my husband applied for all three MA Art Therapy programmes in London. Goldsmiths Uni, Roehampton Uni, and Uni of Hertfordshire. Dave was accepted to all three programmes, but chose a place at Uni of Hertfordshire because he felt more connected to the programme there.
This was something we had talked about for a long time. Me quitting my job. Us moving to London, doing the ‘London’ scene. Dave being and artist in London. I would be the bread-winner. It would be a tough time financially but we would get through it. We knew it was coming upon us. We knew all of this months and months before it was going to begin. We had a decent amount of savings in place. We knew the loans to apply for. We were going to be okay.
And now it is real. I quit my job on July 23rd. I was coordinating a wedding for July 31st so I needed the week previous off anyway. And we decided on a trip home to Texas so I could spend time with my folks before embarking on the crazy business world in London. I knew it would be tough getting a job in London. I had already applied for about 12 jobs, had two interviews, but neither were successful. That sucked. I needed to apply for a few more. So we went to Texas, came back to England, and I applied. We were scheduled to move out on September 1st.
We have been at my inlaws for two weeks now. As of today, I have applied for over 200 jobs. I have registered and interviewed with three agencies. I am in the middle of interviews with one company. I am nowhere where I thought we would be. For the last four ‘working’ days I have been waiting. Waiting for a phone call, an email. Anything. Waiting for another interview—-for someone to look at my CV, think I’m good enough and call me in.
I’m a graduate who is smart, articulate, and has great people skills. And I’m finding this job-search to be impossible. It feels soul-destroying at times. I have to keep a regular check on myself when it comes to being bitchy, depressed, etc. That is not me. It’s not what I want. And yet I find myself treating the people nearest me in that respect.
Tomorrow I’m thinking about making brownies. I need things to do to fill my time while I wait.
Today I prayed for patience. I will continue that prayer.
