I always feel like I’m on the cusp of something. Right on the edge of my current life and my new, better, easier life.
A life that’s calm.
A life of fulfilment.
A life no longer being lived from the margins.
But I’ve been at this cusp for so long its beginning to feel comfortable. Maybe it's where I’m meant to stay. A place where hopes and dreams remain just that.
I don’t know of a number amount that would thrust me onto the other side. I can’t think of what life-changing event would need to occur, but I’m tired.
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Janine Walker
I'm Janine, a 27 y/o a free spirited and opinionated, extrovert that loves travelling, changing my hairstyles, storytelling and musical theater. Currently traveling the world as a digital nomad, and trying to navigate life.
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Rent's Going to Be Late (Again)
He always imagined what it would be like to not have to worry all the time. Worried about next month’s medication costs, or if he can make the bag of rice stretch until pay day. He had support from his family, but they weren’t in any position to help right now, and he hated feeling like a burden. He was firm in his belief that these moments were only temporary. Money comes, and money goes. But recently he’d been getting really desperate. The end of the month was approaching. And although he was able to convince his roommate to hold off on paying rent until the end of the week, he was still nearly $600 short on what he owed that month. He sat himself down and brainstormed every idea that could possibly make him money between now and when rent was due, no matter how far fetched it was.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Fiction
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