My Cancer Story Ch. 42 “Our First House”

Chapter 42: “Our First House”

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As March went on, I grew more excited each and every day. It was one thing to be home, but soon, I would be home at my own place. Well, I would share this house, but with some awesome friends. Tony, Shawn, and I were going to rent an entire freaking house.

I wondered if the place would become a sort of “party central,” and if I was healthy enough for that possibility, but in the end, it was a consistent place at which to rest my head and begin my new life.

The nights that I stayed at the apartment grew in numbers as I had yet to pack. It felt like yesterday that I had moved in this apartment, but it was only because I had spent less than a week total at this place.

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Walk a Mile in My (old, worn out) Shoes

This will get a little political, but bare with me.

As I mentioned before, I work in a job that doesn’t support me either financially or creatively. If it would support me enough in either regard, then it might be a reason to want to stay.

And I understand that my job as a kitchen worker for a local hospital isn’t something that should offer me either one of these important pieces of a happy workplace, but I understand that. It’s a low-end job, and they haven’t had a cost-of-living wage increase since 2008.

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