Jobs and other things

At the beginning of this year, dad called up a place in California that he used to work at to see if there were any jobs available for him. Almost all the same people were still there so they said "Yeah, come down for an interview!" and so he flew down there for a couple of days and did the interview.

Now, we're in Washington so if he had gotten the job then, he would have had to either move down there and send money to us (mom, aunt and I) while maintaining a cheap rent OR the company would begin to branch into the pacific northwest and he'd work up here. Although, they called him back up and said that there are no jobs available for him at that time and to call back in 6 months.

Well lately, him and the company have been talking and they have a job for him!

The thing is, he might end up having to live down in California if the offer is good enough. He'd need to get paid at least 20 dollars an hour so he can pay his rent (my grandpa-his dad-offered up his RV for dad to live in for 300 dollars a month) and for his food and such as well as to send money for us.

Meanwhile, mom has started working A LOT more often because one of her coworkers had to quit. That coworker is pregnant and the workplace is supremely stressful since all of the corporate people are complete fucking idiots. Everyone there is basically tearing their hair out. There was a time recently though where mom was trying to prepare herself in case she was going to lose her job because their store (it's a Blockbuster) is apparently easy to steal from so everyone was going to blame the employees and fire everyone. I don't think that is going to happen now since one of the higher-up authority people came in for a shift and saw how much was ripped off while she was there and realized that the employees can't stay at til and wander around the store to keep people from stealing at the same time.

My aunt's work has also had it's problems and she got worried for a bit that she was losing HER job so it's been really... tight around here. It's been stressful.

It seems to be starting to turn around a little now which is fucking awesome. It feels kinda like my prayers are being answered :3

Speaking of prayers, I've been reading my copy of When I See the Wild God by Ly de Angeles. The only sort of religion that I grew up with was Wicca, but my family and I haven't actively practiced it for many years. Dad doesn't seem to have any sort of religious faith in anything whereas my mom and aunt are into Gnostic sort of ideals. Me? I'm staying in this sort of paganism path because it is what feels right and I am putting my focus on the Celtic panthenon first and if that doesn't work out, then I'll explore other options. However, this one feels like it fits right into not only what I believe but also my heritage. Part of my family comes from Ireland and and another part is from Scotland.. it wouldn't be suprising if there is some Welsh blood in there somewhere too.

Either way, some part of me is... separated quite painfully from Ireland and everytime I see a picture of that land, it becomes a little more unbearable to be *here* in the States than *there*. It isn't just a "I want to go to Ireland" kind of thing. I want to LIVE there for a while and study the ancient beliefs and dig into the land. I want to weave myself into the World Tree.
..hm... the best way to really explain it is that part of me belongs there. I love my country, but this longing to find a more suitable home is trying to pull me to Ireland.

In the meantime, I am studying up on the Celtic panthenon. I haven't started practicing yet nor have I declared myself to be fully "wiccan" or what have you. There is still a lot more to uncover before I dive into the rituals and titles. I want to commit myself to this.