Since the new year, I have focused my job applications specifically on Sheffield and the surrounding boroughs. This was in preparation for tomorrow, where I (temporarily) relocate there, to reside with my unfortunate brother and his equally unfortunate fiancee.
I have one simple aim - find a job that is simply sustainable.
Rough calculations and an idea of the rental market has informed me that if I can just about secure 20+ hours per week on NMW, I can keep a shared roof over my head and put a minimal amount of food on the (hollow, weak, IKEA-£5) table. If I can secure this, then I'm at least somewhere where my life feels as if it has some purpose. Six months back in the Lake District with minimal opportunity for escapism has numbed my mind to frightening levels. I simply have to get out of here for good to prevent long term damage. I will not fall into the complacent Cumbrian Way. That's of no disrespect to people who live (t)here, but I cannot simply exist in this environment any longer. I have too many things I want to accomplish in my youth and I can do only a fraction of that here.
Given a sustainable amount of income to combine with some personal savings I built up in my final year of university, I can continue to search for a first career-based, full time position. I have no idea how long this will be - I expected to be working towards something at this stage in my life already. But graduating into a (seemingly) double-dip recession, where youth unemployment has reached 28%/1.01 million has been even more challenging than I dared expect.
For that reason alone, 2012 is the beginning of risk for reward.
Where that takes me, I dread to think.
But at least it will take me somewhere.
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