growing up

looking for a place to live

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four to six wee, oh, i mean months. everyone wants their piece of the pie. bite me.

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somehow feel like i should see about these other "opportunities". a couple people came to me the day after the fire and said that they wouldn't mind having me on board. this is just from talking to folk, no resume or anything. very surprised yet encouraged at the same time.

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and to think last year i had nothing and was applying for this job. silly me.

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as much as i want to do something, insurance actually kicked in: i still get paid full salary while we reconstruct the mighty RiRa. no shit. it boggles my mind. walking thru the broken glass on my first floor, looking at what used to be my prep kitchen, i can't believe it.

as one person put it, How do you do this?