we made it to Day 2

part 2 of why this isn't the life I ordered. My mom might hate me for this part, but oh well she isn't a blogger. when I moved back to my hometown I needed a place to stay, so of course my mom let me stay at her house. I love my mom to death, I call her practically everyday, but my stepdad, on the other hand, well he can be kind of a jerk. It was all good for about the first 2 weeks, but the third week he would do things just to annoy me I think, like make food for supper that he knew I HATED. So I decided I better put my apartment search in full swing. I was looking, and thought I could just take my time~ I was still paying for a few months at my apartment I already had. My then Fiancee (we have only been married 2 months right now) came for the weekend so we looked in the paper and found an ad for something that sounded good so we called looked at it, and moved in a few days later. I am now living in a tiny little thing that we are totally getting ripped off on. its in our budget (obviously) but then I found out that there are MUCH bigger places that cost about the same, AND include utilities (or at least some). I guess I will just live and learn. 

day 1

hi! I am Brittany and most recently, Mrs H. I am just a little behind times when it comes to this blogging thing, but I thought it would be a fun way to get my thoughts on (digital) paper. if no one reads it I dont care, but I hope thats not the case! I went with this is not the life I ordered because, well even though I am blessed in many ways, this just isnt the life I ordered! sometimes I wish we could just go through a drive thru and say "one order of a really good job with a side of a nice big house please" but hey, if it worked like that then maybe we would all have money trees growing in our backyard and I am sure that would just cause more utter chaos than actual good. you are probably wondering why this isnt the life i ordered huh? well maybe I should start with the beginning, not the way beginning, that would be going back to far. we will go back to the beginning of this year. ok. I decided around Christmas time of last year (ok i went back just a little farther) that I wanted to move back to my hometown. easy enough since I only lived 1 1/2 hours away anyway. I started looking for a good job since I just graduated school with a graphic design degree, and lo- and behold I landed a killer job~ trust me my hometown isnt on the top 100 for graphic design jobs, probably not even the top 500 or 1000. anyway it was PERFECT (or so I thought). I took out a small loan to break my apt lease, move, and pay for some wedding expenses but thats another story. SIX weeks later my boss, who happen to be on vacation for the first THREE weeks I worked told me I wasnt a good fit and I was able to go home. I was speechless. I didnt know what to say. I cried all the way home but was mostly just mad. I was jobless. well I found another job (with about a 20% paycut! ouch!) but its a job where I dont really get to use my design skills. oh well. I am still young, have my whole life ahead of me and hopefully one day will just look at this as just a bump in the big road of life. I will finish the rest of why this isnt the life I ordered next time.