No loan.


Well, as you may have guessed, I didn't qualify for my $210,000 fixer-upper. No surprise there. But it was eye opening in a couple of ways. First, I really have to work on myself. Loan officers don't take into account "happiness" as a form of payment, or guarantee that they will make their money back. Nor do they take into account potential. It's all about right here, right now, and according to my paystubs since May, I make about $400 a month. Hmm. So, my choices were to...
1. Get a job in journalism, making similar to what I made at my previous job, and within 30 days I could qualify for a loan.
2. Wait 6 mos. to 1 year to 2 years for my freelance to take off, at which point my self-employment may actually be working.
3. Get a cosigner, someone who, say, just paid off their last house mortgage payment last month.

Well, none of these sound really feasible right now. The journalism job market in Portland is still non existant. And it's worse in Hood River or Stevenson, Washington. Long story short, nursing is sounding mighty good again.

And I am not the only one who is thinking that either. One good friend and another acquaintance are all exploring the possibilities that nursing have to offer. I was in Wal-Mart today getting a new Rolodex for my desk, and I came across some suits. Womens suits. I shuddered, and wished I didn't have to spend my own money to keep up my appearance for the job. Not that freelancing requires that, but any job interview, I've gotta have nice clothes. Then I remembered thinking way back when I was in school for nursing, how cool it would be to dress up in one of these suits, paint my nails and be girly. Be a girly woman who had a fancy job. I wonder if those types of thoughts also had anything to do with my decision to NOT choose nursing.

I remember thinking how I hated dumb old scrubs, and that my nail polish wore off after one day at work because of all the hand washing. Then it occured to me that I was 23 when I made the decision not to go into nursing, and I'd already accrued 5 years experience! No wonder I ran away! I started into that profession at the tender age of 19, barely out of the house and I was a CNA. Once I left home I wanted to spice tings up, try new paths and not go the safe route. Both me and my friend considering nursing realize that a lot has change since then, but neither of us wished we had taken that path before. We wouldn't have appreciated stability, unions, and benefits. We'd have hated the structure.

Man, sometimes I wonder why life has to be lived in this linear fashion--can't we take short cuts or learn from our parents mistakes? Why do we always have to take the long road?

Oh, by the way I got my Oregon plates. Lookee mee, I'm an Oregonian.

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