settling

{we set up a rod in the attic space attached to our room. my closet is in the attic.}
{those aren't even half my clothes.}

When you've got all your clothes set up in a make shift attic-closet you're pretty much settled in at your folks house. At least, that was my indicator. It was a necessary addition (otherwise where would I put my clothes!) but also had the feeling of a bit of permanence which I think was weird for both of us. 

I've been applying at random secretary/administrative/temp jobs (some that were a bit creepy) and think I've got something lined up. I'm still waiting to hear back from the last few schools - a couple of which are deal breakers (like, I'd go there in a heartbeat and never think twice about the loans). 

Dan is still applying and interviewing and really we're just waiting for a break. Part of me feels like God is just waiting to time this out perfectly - ya know, job/school all in one neat package - but the other part of me just thinks, this is the economy right now; deal with it. Maybe it's a little of both.