A New Day, A New Blog
I awoke yesterday and it was still officially morning. In fact it was a full 20 minutes before noon. Such is my new dull life as a single unemployed-by-choice mom. That evening I decided that I would start a new blog. Whether I'll keep up with it is another question. But I like this theme so I think I'll stick with it.
I am 35 with a Masters degree in Education. And now I live in the ghetto. I call it a ghetto but my pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa doesn't. He refuses to use negative words. He won't say "cheap" because he thinks "inexpensive" is a nicer term. But I say he's a cheap bastard. More about that later in another post.
So here I am, in the ghetto. It's a trailer park in Thornton, which is a bedroom community north of Denver where pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa has been living for the past 5 years. I've been living here almost four months now, since May 2006, motivated mostly by financial reasons and some by baby (now a toddler) reasons. I actually own my own home, a very nice 3-bedroom, 2-bath ranch-style house with a huge unfinished basement in a very nice neighborhood in the growing part of northeast Thornton. I purchased it in October 2004, the month I unknowingly got pregnant. I love that house and miss it very much. Now I'm living in a trailer, or as pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa would call it, "a manufactured home."
It's actually one of the nicer trailers in the ghetto here. It has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, 1 office room, and a huge long-ass garage. It's a roof over my head while I'm not working and have no real income. I was an elementary school teacher for 8 years- 7 in California and 1 here when I first moved to this area, a decision that I sometimes wish I could take back. But then I wouldn't have my precious little son, whom I do love but I still can't believe that I'm someone's mother.
I know I won't always live here in the ghetto. It's just a temporary situation, until next summer, or maybe the year after that, AT THE MOST. I was supposed to start working again, teaching this just-now-starting school year, but I've been so unmotivated. I know part of it is the depression, which hits me pretty badly every now and again. And part of it is that I'm not ready. I don't know if I want to stay in teaching or get into another career field. I want to make money; I know that. Enough to live my single life, fabulously of course, (Yes! I'm a Sex and the City girl) while taking into account the needs of this child I'm responsible for. I know that I will work soon, and the money I make I'll be able to sock away into retirement and put towards A NEW CAR!
The most exciting thing that happened to me today is that I spoke with my good friend, Julia, in California, and told her about an awesome airfare I found at united.com to Denver for Labor Day Weekend. We booked the flights tonight, and so she will be here next Saturday. I shall delight in showing her my new ghetto home.
I am 35 with a Masters degree in Education. And now I live in the ghetto. I call it a ghetto but my pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa doesn't. He refuses to use negative words. He won't say "cheap" because he thinks "inexpensive" is a nicer term. But I say he's a cheap bastard. More about that later in another post.
So here I am, in the ghetto. It's a trailer park in Thornton, which is a bedroom community north of Denver where pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa has been living for the past 5 years. I've been living here almost four months now, since May 2006, motivated mostly by financial reasons and some by baby (now a toddler) reasons. I actually own my own home, a very nice 3-bedroom, 2-bath ranch-style house with a huge unfinished basement in a very nice neighborhood in the growing part of northeast Thornton. I purchased it in October 2004, the month I unknowingly got pregnant. I love that house and miss it very much. Now I'm living in a trailer, or as pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa would call it, "a manufactured home."
It's actually one of the nicer trailers in the ghetto here. It has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, 1 office room, and a huge long-ass garage. It's a roof over my head while I'm not working and have no real income. I was an elementary school teacher for 8 years- 7 in California and 1 here when I first moved to this area, a decision that I sometimes wish I could take back. But then I wouldn't have my precious little son, whom I do love but I still can't believe that I'm someone's mother.
I know I won't always live here in the ghetto. It's just a temporary situation, until next summer, or maybe the year after that, AT THE MOST. I was supposed to start working again, teaching this just-now-starting school year, but I've been so unmotivated. I know part of it is the depression, which hits me pretty badly every now and again. And part of it is that I'm not ready. I don't know if I want to stay in teaching or get into another career field. I want to make money; I know that. Enough to live my single life, fabulously of course, (Yes! I'm a Sex and the City girl) while taking into account the needs of this child I'm responsible for. I know that I will work soon, and the money I make I'll be able to sock away into retirement and put towards A NEW CAR!
The most exciting thing that happened to me today is that I spoke with my good friend, Julia, in California, and told her about an awesome airfare I found at united.com to Denver for Labor Day Weekend. We booked the flights tonight, and so she will be here next Saturday. I shall delight in showing her my new ghetto home.
posted by Saleena | 3:10 AM
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