Held up...

For the last 8 months I have been living at home with my family and it has been quite fine. Of course there have been bumps here and there, but it is all for the goal of moving out and landing on my feet. 

Well...

It seems that things may be postponed a bit, or at least that is what it feels like at this point. My teaching certification is not working out as expected and is looking to postpone me at least four more months if I stay on the route that I am on. When I found this out this morning, I almost lost it. I realized that I have been waiting for my life to start when I move to another city. I have friends and love here, but I have been living it as an in between period. I have purposefully not pursued any sort of dating relationship because of the knowledge that I will move soon.

The idea that I will be living at home for another birthday, my 27th birthday actually, is unbearable to me. I can not do it. My coming out to my parents was a launching pad into a more liveable and open life. There is only so far one can launch themselves in the suburbs of yuppytown USA.

While a lot of this is frustration, a lot of it is a request for help through prayer and friendship. I trust that something big and unpredictable will appear out of this.