This entry is imported from my LJ, where some significant updates have been made that I have not yet written about on this blog. It’s pretty obvious from the context what the Big Deal is though.

Joshua had a job interview yesterday. Of course, once we finalize our decision to move and tell his parents, he gets an interview. He went, because we figure whatever we can earn is good, except it wasn’t a “definite” like his grandmother said it would be (surprise, surprise) and the uniform would cost way too much up front. Between the uniform and gas (not to mention the time it would steal away), we’d basically break even. Not worth it. He’s supposed to go back Monday with an “answer” to her “question” (that lady is weird) but we decided he would pass.

I earned another $20 today by selling my “Game Collectible” plushies. We have Noah’s open plushies plus his back-up set (he loves them) plus my original set that’s actually softer and more vividly colored than Noah’s. So we’re good, if we ever regret selling off the plushies or whatever.

That puts us at $60/$2000, technically. We may have the answer to our problems but I am hesitant to write about it just yet. Being who I am, I stick with “it isn’t definite until it’s done”. I don’t expect to move to Houston until we’re physically there. There is still the bright glimmer of hope that is what keeps me going. Each box we pack means we’re closer to a new life. Each item we sell means we’re closer to getting back on our feet. I’m making plans. I’m feeling life again.

I don’t know what I’ll do if this doesn’t happen. I don’t really want to think about it.