This reader was an underemployed ex-paralegal who had moved to New Hampshire to be closer to her girlfriend. Original post here. The reader writes:
Well, I bounced between my retail job (no hours over the summer but I'm up to my ears now), another part-time job with a family-owned business (no hours since summer; their son quit his retail job and replaced me), and making a serious attempt at starting my own web design business. The design business waxes and wanes, and even when it's waxing as it is this week, the payments are irregular or (in a couple cases) impossible to wring from my clients. I found one job I cannot do: bill collector.
When my car's brakes went in May, that was a huge setback, but luckily I got them fixed before I hurt anyone. I've been living on about 50% my own money, 50% my parents' bailout since then.
So I'm moving back home, for the third time, sometime in January. I'm still trying to be optimistic. I have a better network in CT. My ex-boss is already coming up with projects for me to do and asking around at the courthouse. Dad knows people in Hartford and at the casinos, and some of my high school friends own or run small businesses that are hiring (yay for Facebook!). I'm also thinking about going back to school, this time for something more practical than music theory, and that would mean sending my current student loan payments back into grace period — not a permanent solution by any means, but room to breathe for a while.
The Dish 