#24. Confessions of a Job Seeker – Jan. 2013
This series is based on a design journal that I kept between 09/12 – 02/13. New? Start here.

After two months of couch surfing, the time had finally come for me to go back to my apartment. When I left work that evening, however, I avoided going home at all costs. I went to the gym and then to my friend’s place where I had dinner with her and her husband. I wasn’t sure what the hesitancy was about, but eventually I headed back to the place I’d been staying, packed up my stuff and called a cab.

When the cab driver arrived, he helped me load two months of my life into the back of his trunk. Leaving one home for another, we drove in silence down to the Mission. When I finally walked into my apartment that night, it was 11:00 pm and the building was dark. I took a few steps in, stopped, slumped against the wall and broke down. I cried like I hadn’t in a very long time.

I immediately felt a massive weight lift – I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying it around. It was pure relief. I felt safe. I was finally, finally home.