Roads to Safe Places

I'm job-hunting and our jobcenters couldn't be less helpful. It looks as though I'll have to do with several small freelance teaching jobs for various tutoring centres (part-time and full-time positions are rare anyway, and most of the centres seem to want to employ people as freelancers before taking them on full-time later on), which is a headache to file taxes for (though, who am I kidding, I doubt that I'll get together that much in the first place) and usually combined still barely allows me to make ends meet with covering rent and insurances.

While filling in my forms and online applications I'm listening to the audiobook versions of the HTTYD series read by David Tennant and I'm rapidly falling for this character: 

I've enrolled in one of the arts classes (which are really cheap, they're €25 for 18 sessions) that are offered by Crocky's university for students. I'm looking forward to it, and I'm quite surprised at how much fun drawing is - after my nearly-ten-year-break I didn't really expect it to be anything other than frustrating, slow, and boring, but now, after two months, I'm quite glad I have taken this up as a hobby again.

What I'm especially pleased with is that I am so uninvested in it that learning to improve ought to be painfree - if this were teaching or writing, my ego would get in the way, and I'm really insecure about things I'm invested in and I'd be crushed if I found that I'd made a mistake because it is so, SO important for me to Get Things Right. Since this is drawing and I've only been doing it for two months, I couldn't care less.

Also, Crocky says she'd come along, and I'd love to get to do things with her.

Job-wise, I've filled in my application as an official emergency supply teacher for this summer. I like the sound of that.