Sometimes I feel guilty for having gone the English/comp/gender studies route and being okay. I'm by no means financially stable, although it is one of my goals (shakes fist at Discover and the credit union). I do more or less "own" (or at least it's in my name) my own car and computer, and I don't have to rely on credit cards to eat; on the contrary, I can afford to be a vegetarian with a pretty varied diet instead of peanut butter and ramen. And our heat and air works. This all makes me vurry happy. I don't know that will be the case when I move to do my doctorate, but they'd better damn well have good heating because GODDAMN Nebraska!

I could live out of my car. It is a nice car. It is very strange for me to own an SUV (got it from friends), but I probably could live out of it, if I had to. I lived in one house that was less comfortable than my car (slightly more room, but the locks on my car actually work, as does the heat).

It does worry me because I know that some departments are insanely competitive, and I am NOT insanely competitive. But I also know I couldn't stay sane in a job I don't enjoy to some degree. I just know that you have to find some way to exist in the world, and it isn't a bad decision to go the route of having stability.