As stated in the previous journal I had been waiting for a job for about two years. Not a job. THE job.

Now I am taking...well step back isn't exactly right.

I got an offer from a job I worked before. The pay this time will be much better then before. It requires some travel since I don't live near that facility anymore and also means I would be away from my son for at least three days a week.

I mean, I don't really have a choice. We need the money and I can't say no.... also don't really know if I even want to say no.

It feels really...really...good to be needed and called for like that again.

My son isn't little anymore. Teenagers want more privacy these days according to him. I know it's the correct move to make just...it's hard not to feel like I'm lacking progress. Also the last time I worked there I was kind of a ray of sunshine.

Is it even possible for me to be positive about anything these days? I wonder.