On Friday, I officially became a Dasher.

With no income coming in just yet and my savings starting to dwindle, I knew I needed to do something — anything — to bridge the gap while I wait to hear back about a position I applied for with the school district. So, I signed up with DoorDash and hit the road.

Over the past two days, I’ve driven from quiet North East, Maryland to the busier streets of Newark, Delaware — and everywhere in between. That’s over 200 miles of exploring neighborhoods, small communities, and lively towns I’d barely noticed before.

It’s been eye-opening in the best way. I’ve now seen more of this area in 48 hours than I did in the entire month prior. And through it all — from winding country roads to packed intersections — I’m reminded that movement, even small, keeps us going.

It’s not glamorous. It’s not easy. But it’s honest work. And for now, it’s helping.

One delivery at a time, I’m moving forward.

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