Two more days of temp job left. I hope it goes well because I might one day apply for an actual job here. I'm grateful for the income but I am 100% looking forward to going back to being a slot all day. Working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week in a stuffy basement is not something I enjoy. Even if it's simple work.
It's still very stressful for me to be outside my house. There are days where I am so genuinely terrified of leaving my house I wonder if I am developing agoraphobia. It started after the trip to Taiwan. Or maybe during since I was there alone with my mother and I was responsible for a lot of things that my brother had handled before (or my mother handled it when she was less... stupid [for lack of a better word] and healthier). It was not a fun trip and I still haven't recovered yet. I don't know why.