One week......

A week ago today my scheduled flight was late, some light issue, and I was scared out of my mind. The only life my child has known was ripped from her and we were moving to a foreign place, to her at least. Ever since I came here in April of 2002 I have wanted to move here. Not in this way or under these circumstances but here was my end plan. Now here I am, jobless and broke wondering what my life's path holds. While I won't hold my breath for perfection I will accept any form of survival that makes my 'broke' go away and since I feel healed I will move on in the dating world when I am on my feet. :*)