The year began starting fresh, I no longer had any debt, and I had walked out of my job of three years. It had taken its toll due to the 2 hour commute there and back each day. Sure it was an easy job, well at least to me, but I had no life anymore. It reminded me of the days working at GW HQ.
I had enough funds set aside to last me three months, I figured that I would find work in that time, of course I did not count on a recession/depression. Thus, I searched and searched coming up dry as the money started to run out. Eventually it did, and I found myself scraping by surviving more on my wits rather than anything. Making choices of if I should spend the last $5.00 of rolled change on Zoe, for cat food or stock up on Mr. Noodles.
As per usual, I found myself doing what I always do. I withdraw from society. I start to trim down everything and that meant places I went to and enjoyed, friends that I just could not bring myself to be around due to my own pride and embarrassment of being poor.
I started looking into alternatives, such as schooling. I found a 1 year course that would teach 3D animation. It sounded like a solid idea that might open more doors for me. Especially considering I have contacts and friends in those areas. That of course didn't work out due to funding. I would have to get OSAP and that's when I found out that, what I had paid off was not. Baffled about this, and unable to solve this financial dilemma at this time, I let the opportunity pass me by.
I continued searching for work, and went in for testing with aquent. I scored very well and it was a small glimmer of hope that I would be able to find work within this agency. More time passed and nothing was coming down the pipe. I later learned that my agent there had left the company. Hence why my emails and calls were not returned.
So I went back to the idea of returning to school and hiding out during this recession. I applied at several schools for Graphic Design and was accepted. I stopped to consider what would be best for myself.
Relocation.
It meant packing up and leaving Toronto behind. I do love the city and all my dear friends there, but it would be more cost efficient to leave and head to Windsor. Thus with not much time left, I tailored my life to fit inside the back of a pick up truck and departed.
Windsor was tranquil. Things became very peaceful, and I felt for once that I was not tormented by the needs of striving to survive. After all I left the nest at 17 to go and live with Danielle so many years ago. Perhaps this is what I needed, and to reconnect with my family.
I met Barb when I got to Windsor, and after sometime as if the fates had any choice, I started a relationship again. It had been a long time since I have been in one, and to be honest it was the farthest thing from my mind and goals.
We have gone on many adventures and I am quite pleased that for the most part it has not been the same boring routine of just heading off to the bars every weekend.
Windsor proved to also be the unemployment capital of Ontario, hence I was not able to find work, but fortunately my ability to freelance saved me at the very last minute. The amount of money I should be able to get for this Gig in a short amount of time will be more than what OSAP would grant.
I hope that it all works out and that I will end up being paid and not screwed over like so many other times with freelance.
School begins soon, and I'm looking forward to it. I know that I will do well and that I have a strong passion to succeed.