Boiled Peanuts, Peaches, and other Southern Delights

I made the drive from FL to SC in a mere 6 hours, and I thought it was really funny that the more I drove north out of FL, the more "southern" everything felt. Huddle House signs, fruit stands, and fireworks factories scattered the highway. I felt so excited to be leaving my struggles of FL behind and being near friends again, even though this is just a temporary move ( I'm feeling the pull of Cali pretty strong), I still felt happy to be around people who I could lean on for a while. I had a big exciting coming "home" to the island party and it was great to see everybody. Fast forward to a week later, the job I was promised never happened. Uh oh. For 3 months I haven't had steady work and I am just Freaking Out about it. If any of you have talked to me lately you know what is first and foremost on my mind (well, besides the L bomber). But all this struggle is really teaching me so many things about what it means to put trust in God. I have literally nothing right now, but I do have my friends, a roof over my head, and Big Blue (well, for now anyways), and thats more than a lot of people in the country can say right now. When I left Maui so many "negative Nelly's" tried to dissuade me and my move. All I heard was "your moving? in this economy? are you Crrraaazy?" and silly nieve "positive Polly" me just kept shaking my head saying that I'll be fine. Well, even though its been 3 months 12 days since leaving the island, and I can't find work, I still feel like I made the right decision. I like feeling closer to dad, the convenience, and probably my favorite part of the mainland is knowing I can just hop in Big Blue at any point and cruise to another state. I was just ready so ready for a shocker of a change and I got what I asked for.
I have started at two different staffing companies and so far the jobs I got sent on were pretty ridic. Bussing tables at the Hilton, and banquet serving. Barf. The highlight of this experience was getting a love letter from my fellow Jamaican bussers written on a napkin. Once again, having to laugh at my new life and trying hard to not think that "I'm above" any job that may come my way (a daily struggle)...To think that three months ago I had two good paying jobs and I gave them up to come to the mainland for more challenging work and here I am bussing tables, it has been messing with my head, but I know everything that is worth anything takes time and my time will come. I can't wait to see what happens next.