There have been a few days over these last five months where I’ve enjoyed my current situation. That I can sleep whenever and however long I like, sit and draw all day, go out to the park and now the gym when I want and I love it. For those brief moments I feel as if I have retired and have so much freedom. Then, reality hits.

I don’t have that steady income (my unemployment checks, for what they are, is ending soon) My COBRA will end soon. And I’ll probably have to be dipping into what’s left of my savings soon, with nothing to replenish it with. Then, I drag myself back to the job boards. Search, apply and wait.

Too young to retire and apparently so far, too old to get a job.