It seems that the story of my life is that nothing EVER goes as planned. Nothing EVER plays out like I intended it to.
In my last post, I said that I was planning on moving to Denver to pursue schooling in massage therapy.
The day after I got home, I received my financial aid information from the school in the mail.
It gave me 2 impossible options:
option 1: Take out two loans with crazy high interest rates
option 2: pay $1109 per month for the duration of the program until you graduate.
Ummmm… Excuse me. Neither of these really makes sense. Especially option 2 because I am BROKE from living the missionary life haha.
SO here I am, sitting at home, working at a newspaper in the mailroom for pretty much minimum wage and trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life….
The story continues Haha