"The time has come," the Walrus said.

Well, the Chicagoland area is not the scene for me right now. I've submitted my resume to everyone there, but nothing is turning out. It's either my dream job that I don't get or they want me to do door-to-door sales (which, by the way, I DON'T want to do). I have to be out of my apartment in one month, so time is ticking. Then I remember: the house in Florida.

Grandma and Grandpa told me around graduation that I could live in their house in Orlando and use their car while looking for work/working. They are in Indiana right now, so I'd have the place to myself with little to no bills to pay (that currently trumps an expensive, tiny one-bedroom in the Loop). This friendly reminder was brought to my attention this week and I've decided to take advantage of it.

On July 17th I'll be embarking on a new journey. With the help and emotional support from great family and friends, I'm packing up a suitcase or two, my computer, and heading south. I'll start with Disney World for my job hunt. I plan to walk right in and demand Cinderella's ballgown. Ok, not quite that simple, but my first day there I'll be heading to Disney Casting to apply for whatever they'll let me do. I'll also be auditioning for some Character Look-A-Like jobs, you know, walking around the park and making little kids' dreams come true because they met a Disney Fairy or (maybe!) Cinderella. I plan to keep my resume going around Orlando and going on interviews, too. Basically, my job hunt is going poolside.

Here's hoping I'm employed sooner rather than later. Oh, and I'm pretty excited too :)