It has been quite a day.
Our tour/interview went well, and really I liked what I saw. I just can't really imagine Mark and I living and working in a retirement home. Really, I can't. The place was beautiful, huge...the colors are incredible, the furnishings and fixtures, the very best quality. I loved the residents that I met, they were all very friendly, but I just can't imagine our life there. The money they pay is an issue, but there would be room to grow, and there are virtually no living expenses. None. No rent, utilities, no cable cost, no food, no gas, no nothing. EVERYTHING is provided. But still, it just isn't what I want, at least I don't think it is. Our animals would most likely be an issue, although that might be workable. Even then, I don't think it's for us. I will leave it on the table and decide if there would be a reason to, but for now, NOT the thing.
Which leaves me with a problem. What the hell is my thing? Mark's thing? This is really beginning to get to me, I am starting to panic. I know, I know, it's only week number two. But it is the end of week number two. How many weeks will it take? I am not good at this, I have never been good at living my life without a clear picture of my future. While that picture has changed over time, I still need to know what I will be doing next year, or the year after. Or at least what I think I will be doing. You know?
See you tomorrow. :)