Well we are moving again. Consider this the official notice to all.
De plumbing tis broke.
We are still finding a house...fun times. This time I refuse to even glance at house that does not take pets. I am no longer a house whore. Indeed. Even though it could be argued that Justin is the house (well, unit) whore. Regardless.
Ok: I have just managed to have 2, single word sentences in a paragraph. Or they more statements?
Anyway, it is a brilliant start to uni life again. Yep, you heard me right, I am going back. I only decided yesterday; the job hunt wasn't going so well, and I really need to be doing something, and well, yesterday was the cut off date. Therefore the return to uni as of yesterday. I will still be hunting for a job but I am going to refocus, in a big way. My time out at Mum's and James' readjusted my outlook somewhat on some things. Probably not the best decision financially for us at the moment, but the chances of me getting a job at the moment are fairly slim with all the economic downtown etc. And plus, I need to do something. My brain was dying a painful, slow death.
A lot of things are changing in the house of Jo. She is learning...changing. Growing.
When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. ~Victor Frankl