This post has been fermenting since I decided to move. I do not like moving, it has costs stress and risks. It is a hard thing. And as it happens in the last two years I have had both enough of them and been avoiding them.
It is not that I have never done hard things, but too many of the things have been lacking the proper reward to justify the stress. The last great hard thing was BCIT. 9 months of push push push, learning things that I could barely fit in my brain at pace I could not sustain. That project, despite its slow start was a success that landed me a job that proved to be a poor fit. It had its own challenges but it was a comfortable place. I coasted there, not wanting to look for new work even as I grew bored and the company contracted. I did not want to do the hard thing.
For a long while I drifted on EI, at first attempting to gain access to the field I had be let go from before realizing I had not liked the aspect I had worked and had no drive to return to it. Before the stress be came crippling I retreated to faking it. Applying even more half heartedly to fewer jobs. In the end I took work with a Temp Agency because anything to dodge the application process was a win for me. It was an easier thing. Needed, but the non routine has become routine. I drift at the edge of nearly full time hours, alter for the next falter. Choosing to move has upset that.
Electing to move was a decision made a long time ago but neglected. I have a craptastic level of comfort here. Living in a neighbourhood I have known for years, in an apartment of nearly 3. It is the place I know. I was holding on to it just, an uncomfortable erosion at my remaining wealth happened every bad month. I was getting too little for my money and living too far from many of the things that now mattered.
So today I called several places, using the phone is in fact one of those things I find disproportionately hard. And booked a view for an place at a site I knew next to nothing about from an add that said very little. Now I don't want to talk about the suite. If I get approved you won't here the end of it. Pushing through to meet a goal, to have a clear goal again is something I have neglected. It becomes easy for me to slip into the comforts of the default forgetting that better is an option. Yet today, I proved in stepping just a little out of the comfort zone that better is possible. Though I will not say much about the possible new home I will say, it is closer to all the things that matter, bigger and cheaper.
The cheaper is only a minor improvement, but the better is real. So this leaves me with the trouble should I stay on the path of living solo in a one bedroom, I will have start making more money again. The move will tax things and recovery will be slow. This leaves me with the need to do a new hard thing, properly apply myself to improving my job prospects. A hateful prospect in most times of life, but somehow I have to step away from the easy for awhile.
Dear job fairy get me a better wage so I can get more stuff.