Escape Plot #1

Today, I am sad. Nothing bad has happened, everyone is alive, and the sun is even shining. Yet, I'm still sad. Why?

I often get sad when I am forced to spend way too much time alone. I feel so isolated! Do I exist?

Screw this! I'm running away!

Phase 1:

Phase 2:

Phase 3: (actually a secret)

Phase 4:

I'll bet you're thinking, "Ooh! How nice Lynnsey, you just Go do that while I reflect on how perfect you're life is in comparison to mine and get angry." 

You just hold your horses missy! Nothing I have done has come easily. 

I worked at a department store all through high school to buy a car. I also got my Own cell phone plan the day I turned 18; prior to that I had a ghetto ass track phone which I also paid for.

I put myself through college. No parental guidance or help, just me. I was awarded some sweet art scholarships to get me started but the rest came from the pell grant, loans, loans, and more loans. Two colleges and 7years later I had an AA and BFA in art and a teaching license; don't forget the $60,000 of debt I racked up. I have no regrets. It was an investment I made in myself and it Has paid off thus far.

As college finally came to a close I was determined to get a job and not just any old job. I was going to do what I went to school for no matter the cost! 

I posted my résumé on a teacher job website, checked the box for every art teacher opening in the country, and BOOM! I'm in Utah.

I actually had high hopes for this place. I left a lot behind to come here. Utah was supposed to give me this super badass "grown up" job, and make me real "grown up" money. I was going on an adventure to a far off land! Nothing could stop me! blah blah blah.

Things aren't exactly going according to plan. That's why I need to escape.