I'm writing this in a little apartment in Rochester, and I'm feeling restless. I'm not quite sure what brought it on.
There are a few reasons I feel restless, from a job that "I have a pretty good shot at getting," according to the recruiter, to some very pointed questions asked by my brother about just what I am doing with my life, to the fact that one major client dried up and I'm left free-falling a bit. Most of those are negative, except for the aforementioned job, which leaves me feeling extremely hopeful and more nervous the more days I go without hearing from the recruiter.
