Day 45 of 100, Hannover, Germany
I started writing this one almost 2 weeks ago, flashing by fields, towns, stations, borders, on our way from Denmark to Germany for the second time. Family calls, and the train journey soothes. Over the past week and a bit, I’ve been adding and adding to it, so it’s coming to you in parts.
Continued from yesterday, which I forgot to backdate before publishing, so if your notify link is broken, that’s my fault. Go here if you’re looking for the last post.
It’s only taken me 6 posts to get to what I mentioned in the first: the need for a job.
I need some regular income. Not a huge sum of money, just something to feed and pay a little bit of the rent, so I am not constantly fighting the anxiety of going broke before the work I am / we are doing comes to fruition, and making (as has happened far too often in the last couple of years) bad decisions from desperation.
I want to say it’s your typical artist situation, but really, one doesn’t need to be an artist to find oneself in this situation. I’ve been here several times during long months of unemployment. So many freelancers I’ve spoken to, go through this at some point or another. As far as I’ve observed, unless you are very lucky, most people have similar experiences at some point in their lives.
So now I’m looking for a remote job. Much like all the work I’m doing now, except for someone else, who will pay me a steady base wage to be conscientious and reliable from somewhere else. Because Flemming and I don’t have a residence in common (yet?) remote working is the only way to go so we can remain together – the other option would be for us to settle down somewhere, which is presently far too difficult, requiring far more resources than we collectively have.