I can't believe it's already Thanksgiving. Time in New York seems to fly by twice as fast as any other place, when you turn around and realize it's already been a month since I left my old job, and that things are shifting yet again. The crowd I hang around with is changing. My hobbies are changing. God knows my job is changing. And what I'm learning (yet again) is that some things have to be let go in the process. For a while, I need to put myself first, work on getting my health insurance settled, getting a new apartment that's vaguely affordable, and keep working towards a permanent position where I would actually (shock!) get holiday pay.

I explained to my family when I went for my respective aunt's birthdays that I will basically be disappearing for a while, since time off is a luxury I won't have for at least 5 more months ( and probably not even then), explaining that I'm working my way up from the bottom because that's the only way to do it in today's world. I have to let my family's push for me to be in a perfect job, with minimal effort and tons of time for me to come in to Jersey and see them, be just a dream. Someday, maybe, when I've worked 10-20 years in the field and make the rules, but right now my sacrifices are my ties outside of New York City. And I'm ok with that.