Ways to re-organize your life.

I came back to Florida on Saturday. Reality decided to immediately fuck me over. I found out that my boyfriend has moved on with his life. His family is selling the condo that he told me he owned. His mother is paying for all the bills he said he was paying.  In the greater scheme of things this really only matters because he lied about it. That and I don't want to be that girlfriend... you know, the one that takes complete advantage of the whole family.

Now I am getting my life together. While I am applying for jobs here, I am shipping about 95% of what I own back to MN. It shall be stored for "free" (I am not paying the heating bills, my dad is) in a spare bedroom at my father's house. For everyone's information: UPS has the cheapest shipping rates if you choose UPS Ground. Thankfully, this has made me throw out quite a bit of stuff that should have gone when I moved in back in May.  I am three garbage bags full and only 10% done.

I am in the air over whether or not I will be moving back.  Okay, I know I am going to have to move back. I just don't want to admit to it. I want to believe that I can make this work, however that is a dream. It's like clapping for Tinker Bell. Seeing as how he is about to move back in with his parents and that he is planning on staying in Florida, it's not going to work. It would have worked out if I wasn't from MN. If I chose to stay in Florida for more than the next year or two. If only I had a job.  That's really what it boils down to: if only I had a job and didn't need to live at my parents.

The unfortunate upside to living at my parents is that I can pay down on my credit cards instead of paying rent. I can also get my CNA certification again, for free. If I became re-certified in Florida it would cost about $1,000. CNA certification is like Jesus teaching you to fish. You will always be able to find a job. If I am back in Minnesota, I can work on my credit rating (which tanked after graduate school). I can work on paying off my debts. AND most importantly I can work on what's going to happen next.

I am not upset or even bothered by the fact that he lives at home. I kind of want to live at home. The problem is that I didn't invite someone to come stay with me. That I didn't mislead about my situation. The moral of the story is this: BE HONEST. Tell your significant other that you're in a tough spot. That you can't help them out. Being honest is a better resolution than finding out later that UPS Ground is the best way to ship your life somewhere.