January 10, 2010

As I sit here noshing on honey nut cheerios and iced tea in bed, I feel as if I owe you all some background info. This amazing job I landed right out of college...well...there is always a catch...and that catch is the fact that I have a six month contract with them. In a mere month they can say, "Welcome on board full time. Here is a raise, some paid time off and some health insurance." OR..."Thanks for the memories...peace out Kate." Henceforth, I am slightly freaking out.

It's the worst catch 22 in the world. Ya see, if they keep me on, I will be some what financially stable, working for an up and coming company, but on the road to that desperate search for a diamond on my ring finger...cursing those who have it, 2.5 children, a "suit" for a husband and a mortgage payment in suburbia..ick. This will blind me so badly that my big apple fantasies will shrivel away into pent up aggression I take out on my balding husband here and there.

BUT if they don't take me on, I will be left with a stack full of bills, my credit will suffer most likely...but the universe would literally be pushing me into the middle of the street, forcing me to either go to New York or get hit by the mack truck of life.

So here I am, reading this email from a dear friend who has always shared my New York City dreams...who, herself, just moved there a month ago, telling me there is going to be a vacancy in her apartment and if I wanted to move in.

What to do what to do...