By: Kristi Spargo
For the past 832 weeks (approximately), I woke up (grudgingly), showered, dressed, drove to the office, and sat at a desk for eight to nine hours before going home. Depending upon the week, I have been content enough that what I was doing had some purpose and provided a steady paycheck. Then the summer of 2014 happened. Not only was I in the process of buying a home, but I randomly received a call from a former employer of mine asking if I might be interested in a position. The tricky part, they were in Florida and I was in Pennsylvania so I would need to work from home. Voila. My life just took a drastically different direction.
When I started telling people that I was going to be working from home, I might as well have told them I won the lottery. Continue reading The Domestic Endeavor