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This year, my birthday felt like any other day. No grand celebration, no big surprises, just me, in my house, doing my best to be grateful. I turned 34 in a season of unemployment, so my mind was elsewhere. Instead of thinking about cake or plans, I was thinking about applications, interviews, and waiting, waiting
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I’ve never appreciated living in my apartment more than I have over the past five months. The last time I was unemployed and waiting for a job breakthrough, I loathed my living situation. That apartment was tiny. The kitchen felt like a corridor, the environment was noisy and dusty, and the bathroom, combined with the
