There is still a lot of conflicting information about the sale of the shopping center where my store is located. Apparently, there is some sort of NDA involved, so no one is getting the full news about how the local hospital is buying out the center, and no one is supposed to say much. Fortunately, I started all of this before that came out, so I think I'm good. There are reports that the grocery store will close by the end of the year. That businesses will be given anywhere from three to six months to move. That some units, like the church, will get to stay. That rents could go up to force people out. There is even a rumor that some will fight this out in court. Mostly, it is all rumor. I've been trying to look for a place to move to, just to hedge my bets, but nothing seems too great yet. And you want to know what the worst thing about all of this is?
I never wanted to open a store in the first place.
It all started in community college. I had to idea that I would go into journalism to support a writing career until that took off. However, there were so many other ideas that I wanted to look into at college, so I wanted to keep my options open. I had everything planned out. Until, my option on off-campus housing fell. I wasn't comfortable to live in a dorm with strangers, and I had lost contact with anyone I knew who might have been going there. I was forced to drop out and apply at the last second to another school. That school didn't have any sort of journalism/communications program (until the year after I graduated), and the only other option they had was English. I couldn't even take any creative writing classes, as they only had one that corresponded to one I had already taken. The school didn't really have any of the other options that I wanted to explore either. I was miserable.
By the time I was supposed to graduate, I had no clue about what to do. I thought about going onto graduate school, so I could postpone any future plans. However, I made that decision about a week before my December graduation with deadlines in late January. By that time, I had already cut ties with the school, making everything much harder. I never made any connections with anyone, not the staff or other students. I especially never connected with my advisor. Not only wasn't I informed about him until the start of my second semester there, I wasn't able to meet him until the end of my first year. He wasn't even in the English department. I couldn't get the application completed before the deadline.
I applied to various newspaper jobs, but I had soured on that idea, especially since I didn't have any of the experience needed. Ultimately, my mom forced me to take a job that a connection of hers suggested. I was totally untrained, unprepared, and uninterested in the position, but she forced me to take it. I quit after a month because my employer lied about having to go away for special training. At the start of my final week, I was informed about having to go for a week of special training, something I would not be able to do. So, I finished out the month on shaky ground. How my mother, someone whose job was literally finding the right jobs for people, thought this was going to work out is beyond me.
I tried to find other work, but considering how toxic that first place was, I didn't want to work in an office again. Unfortunately, those were the only positions my mother thought I was best for. After my severe panic attack in early 1996 over realizing how bad my life had become, I stopped trying to find work and barely left the house. My mom had had enough of that and forced to open a retail store with her help in 2000, and I never any experience with retail, besides shopping. Still, I got to choose what type of store, books and music. (The latter never getting off the ground.) She picked out the spot, after nixing the first one we picked out, because of the lower rent and ample parking. Both spots were at the same shopping center.
I was alone much of the day again, but I began working out of plan to turn my life around. I had narrowed things down to two possibilities. I was going to pick one just after the debut of the fifth "Harry Potter" book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. The Tuesday before the book went on sale in June 2003, a flood took my home, and all my plans fell apart. I lost so much that day. In many aspects, I still haven't recovered. I was only able to replace a small fraction of all that I lost, too much. I still am living in a rented apartment, as I have never been able to find somewhere else to go. I've kept up the store, but ever since my mother retired, she has involved herself more with the store. Many of her ideas haven't worked, but I can't convince her otherwise to take more chances.
If I have to close the store, I don't know what to do. While I don't like all aspects of it, there are so many things I do. I started graduate school, but I haven't taken a class in a few years. I came to the realization that I don't know what I would do with an MA in English if I don't go into teaching, which I will never do. I could almost teach at the collegiate level, but I would need a higher degree for that, one that I don't want. People try to peg me into some sort of intellectual, but I see myself as more of a creator type. That is what I enjoy doing. I just don't know how to monetize my ideas. Dropping out of society for a few years has just put me so much behind others in my age group.
I have put off so many milestones in my life because I wanted to have at least some sort of way to make money before doing them. Now, I'm scared that I waited too long. At my age, I don't think I could start at the bottom in a new job, especially in this market. I needed to ask for better advice decades ago, but I either didn't ask the right people, ignored those who could have most helped me, or went along with the wrong people without asking if it was best for me. I feel like it is too late. It might not be, but it feels like it is.
All of this is bringing me down, so I'll stop writing for today. See me next week.