When is it enough?

When is the time to give up and take the next crap job that comes around?
Am I only deluding myself that I deserve a career of choice even though I don't have an academic degree?

I really want to get out of here now, start making some money and get a life again. I find myself wondering what it was like to actually have a life, with all the usual every day tasks, a kitchen of your own (over two years now since I last had that...), and a place that is your own and you don't have to take a bunch of other people into consideration every single moment of the day. It's been almost 18 months since we left Australia and embarked on this regressive journey that never seems to end.

I'm getting more pessimistic by the hour almost. For my own sanity I need to find a job.

*sobs*

keah