So begins the drama. I am going to smother at least two of my sisters in their sleep...I promise. On the one hand, my youngest sister is living by this odd code of diva-dom. However, she is the most flatulent diva I have ever encountered and she never stops talking. I love her to death, but she's campaigning for a few days in traction.
On the other hand, my second oldest sister is a mother hen who has decided that I should not leave this one horse town ASAP. Her thoughts are that I should establish things here, THEN move to my desired destination. This means that I will have roots here that I will have to pull up, as well as the unfinished business in New Orleans.
The thing is, my family sees me as this incompetent moron that can't function without my family peeping over my shoulder 24/7. I understand the concern, but it makes me wonder if they think I'm at home putting pennies in light sockets or what, but I'm more than a little annoyed by it. I've never been of the cut off my nose to spite my face sort, but situations like this make me see why an irrational person would.
The problem with staying with family so that they can "help" is this: help quickly turns into them running your life. I won't say that my life has been a bowl of cherries, but it hasn't been the pits either.
Oh well, blah for that. On with the job search. The Mayberry life is NOT for me.