For those who don’t know, I have been pet sitting for almost a year and a half. The point of this whole pet sitting gig was to save money for my wanderlust dream. Okay, wait. Did I say dream? It’s not only a dream. It, in fact, is vital to my soul and is the difference between life and death. I don’t just dream it; I need it.
The problem with pet sitting, though, is that I frequently move from house to house, so I am continually packing my shit in and out of my car. It’s exhausting. Also, my introvert-self is increasingly becoming overwhelmed by all of the text messages, emails and phone calls, and all I want to do is creep into a cabbage patch and hide until everyone goes away or leaves me alone – behaviour so not conducive to this type of living. And also slightly problematic because I don’t know anyone who grows that much cabbage.