My last few days at the hostel seem strangely slow and fast. I’m excited that my brother will be here soon and sad to leave.
I’m also under a lot of strain to find some more freelancing gigs. I’m about ready to go back somewhere where I have to pay rent. My dad charges me $200/month. Even though that is very little, it is a lot when you aren’t making anything. I’m bored, I need writing to keep my mind working. I want to be making money with my writing. Somehow the making money from writing seems to make my degree worth something.
I’m also stressed because I hate it at my parent’s house. I’ve lived here free for three months in a comparatively nice environment. My parent’s house is icky, cluttered and I am often treated like dirt. I’ve gotten used to being treated like an intelligent human here. It’s hard to go back to dealing with being yelled at and treated like a subhuman. I will only be there a month or two but that is long enough to be miserable.
I am about to go out for the first time since I got here. I’m actually perfectly happy to stay at home and watch TV. I have plenty of writing and writing job searching to keep me occupied.
The reason why I am going out is because a gentleman, Ed, who is staying here is about to leave and he wants to take me out to have fun. We are going to go to the casino. I don’t want to gamble but I’ve heard the food is awesome. Besides, I’ve not been in a casino before.
Gambling seems like an awful waste of money. Sometimes when I am out I put $2 into a video poker machine to watch it disappear. This action serves to remind me that gambling is a bad idea.
Ed is very bothered by the fact that I do not have a boyfriend. Having a boyfriend for me right now would be foolish. I’m about to go on an epic adventure across the United States. This adventure might take months or even a year or two. I can’t expect some guy to wait for me somewhere.
Well, we shall see how this goes. Maybe I will drop a nickel into a slot machine.