Pray

I've been going through a bit of a scrunch. I've been feeling really really ready to leave the PNW, but wanting to set things up so I enter a solid situation.  I initially gave myself a year to get my shit together, tie-up loose ends, and land squarely in the Bay.  I asked my ancestors to help me find a local job so that I can save up monies and prepare to leave. I forget exactly how I worded it, but there was a lot of emphasis on getting a job and getting to Oakland.

Fast forward to today.

I'm hanging out with my friend who's also a nanny, and we're browsing nanny agency ads, Craigslist, care.com shit looking for ads to model mine after.  I have plans to stay up in Tacoma for a bit to save rent money before I launch South tot he Bay.  And my friend is scrolling down page after page, jaw dropped at the golden opps that San Francisco offers, in terms of monetary compensation for sitting on some kids for a couple of hours.  And he says I shold just find a live-in nanny gig and jump to the Bay, fuck Tacoma.

I brush it of, but twenty minutes later we're brainstorming actual what-ifs about me dropping the little that is holding me here to move.  And some of these families are shelling out so much, that even as live-in, that within a few months, I would have more than enough to drop them and live on my own comfortably.

So I've been thinking, maybe this is my ancestors' answer. I mean, I'm gon trust that they have seen enough lifetimes to know what I need better than I do and that this is a sign. I mean, I am as unattached as I'm ever going to be--I'm kid free partner free and know folks in the Bay that could help me out if shit got real before I could make it back to Tacoma.  Also, my cuz in Tacoma said they'd be my safety net if shit got real, and real bad in the Bay.

So, the question now is,

when is my flight to SFO?