I am moving to the US within the next week and was hoping to get some answers regarding my tax situation. I will be in the states for over 186 days so will be a US Resident
TFSA/RRSP: I have liquidated my TFSA and closed the account. Can I put this money into an RRSP prior to departing to the US? Does this need to be done prior to departing to the US?
Rental Property: I have a Ontario rental property that I was planning on renting out throughout this year. Will I be taxed at a higher rate on this income now that I am a US Resident? If I was to sell my Canadian property while being a US resident would I be taxed at a higher rate on my capital gains? What if my capital gains is negative? (I appraised the house in 2021 when I turned it from my personal property to a rental at a higher amount than it would be worth now)
Departure Date: What determines my day of departure to the US? When I get my TN Visa? Or can I defer this date by returning to Canada periodically? I am living with my girlfriend and name will not technically be on a lease
Lots of questions but if anyone has any insights or additional considerations/ advice that would be great! And yes I am in the process of finding a cross border accountant as well

Does anyone have any recommendations for where I could order a swivel seat base for my astro van’s passenger seat? Also has anyone done it to the driver seat as well? I’m located in Canada, so Canadian sites preferred but I have no problem ordering from the states. Thanks in advance!

I'v posted here alot haha.....I'm just looking for anyone willing to have a good Convo and see where it leads.....I like older guys so that's preferred for guys.....wanna know more just message me 😜

Of the counties surrounding or near Nashville, Rutherford (SE of Nashville, 552/sq mile) is the densest+most populated, followed by Williamson (S, 420/sq mile), Sumner (NE, 371/sq mile), Wilson (E, 259/sq mile), Robertson (N, 145/sq mile), Cheatham (E, 133/sq mile), and Dickson (E, 111/sq mile) in that order.
The area west of Nashville only looks somewhat hillier on a topography map, and it seems to be a roughly similar distance from Nashville as Mt. Juliet or Franklin. Commute times (on Google Maps) only look longer for areas north of the Cumberland River, not south (probably due to distance from I-40). Housing prices seem to follow a similar trend as density, with housing west of Nashville being cheaper (except for Robertson being between Cheatham and Dickson). Oddly, recent population growth (according to the US Census) was slower west of Nashville despite housing being cheaper. Given rising housing prices in Nashville as well as north, south, and east of it, why have areas west of Nashville remained comparatively sparse and cheap? Is it hillier than it looks on a map, making development harder? Even that seems odd, given East TN's substantial population.

This is kind of a shot in the dark but.. giving it a try. Looking for a job until July ): hoping to find a job before I relocate.
I'm having a hard time finding a company willing to reach out to me in Nashville, TN and was wondering if anyone know of a company that hires regularly? I'm currently not in Nashville, TN but have the means and ability to relocate on my own. I'm not sure if my race is a problem but I was told that it can be in Nashville ( :( ) so I felt the need to disclose it in the title S:. I'm having to relocate to Tennessee to reunite with my son. Ideally I would be able to find a job before I move in July... would anyone be able to point me in the right direction? Ideally I would work at a clinic due to the fact that I'm not familiar with the city at all. I am coming from Hawaii and not very confident in my ability to do in-home services in Nashville but at this point, willing to apply at any setting.
I am currently an RBT and BCBA Trainee but will be going on inactive status until hire to prepare for my move to TN. I have 2 years experience, I speak Korean and English fluently. I would be in my 3rd semester of my Master's program from Florida Institute of Technology. I have a QBS safety certification that is valid throughout this year. I am Basic Life Support (BLS) certified and I am registered already with an NPI number available. I've worked in in-home, clinic, and school settings. I have purposely worked in all 3 settings to get a holistic idea of ABA. However, I've received precisely 0 emails back after applying to some companies on Indeed which worries me greatly. I was hoping to expand my job search to here to at least get some pointers to the right companies.. or if there are any companies there that hire Asian minorities (if this is even a real factor). I would greatly appreciate any help or tips with my job search.
I am also looking to connect with other ABA professionals in the area to network with to get ready for the move. If you are a worker in Nashville or in Tennessee I would greatly appreciate befriending you on LinkedIn to begin networking. Thank you for reading and thank you in advance for your help.

Part 52
Glenda Wilmington, Kinda Digging This Whole Cop Gig
"If you hear anything else, give me a call," Glenda said, handing the woman a business card with her cellphone number on it. The woman accepted it and then squinted skeptically at it.
"Cooperation with an investigation is the sort of thing that parole boards like to hear about," Glenda said in response to the woman's look. That seemed to do the trick. The woman slipped the card into her ample cleavage and met Glenda's eyes.
"I will call. I have no loyalty to that man." Her sing-song Norwegian accent, as well as her tall, thick frame and bright, yellow-blonde hair contrasted with the environment; a run-down housing project in the heart of Compton. But housing for convicted felons on parole was limited, and she'd had few choices in this area. Glenda wondered idly why the woman hadn't elected to return to Norway, where they tended to be a bit more sympathetic to ex-cons. The woman, Duke's one-time head channeler, didn't seem prepared to answer any more questions, however.
Glenda nodded and stepped back. The woman took a step outside, careful to keep the foot with the ankle monitor inside the door and took a look around before withdrawing back into the house. Glenda turned and walked down the steps off the creaky wooden porch and back to the rental car, where Jack dozed lightly in the passenger seat, his cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. She climbed behind the wheel, trying not to wake him, and started the engine.
He woke anyways. Jack had always been a very light sleeper. He turned his head slightly towards her, not adjusting the hat at all.
"Anything?" he asked. Glenda shook her head. "Nobody's heard from him. I think it's safe to say he's not looking to connect with any of his old associates, at this point."
"Ayup," Jack agreed. Glenda pulled away, heading north, towards the 105 that would take them back to the airport. They were done here. As she drove, she couldn't help but note the scowling, suspicious faces that turned to watch them. She took in the low, chain-link fences that separated yards, the equally low concrete block walls that surrounded paved driveways. The odd mix of Spanish colonial and more traditional American architecture was like a sign. It told her that she could find a bag of the white lady, a bag of weed, or a bag of something more exotic here. She could find a gang, beefing with another gang, and maybe convince one side to pay her to make someone on the other side vanish.
It was almost nostalgic.
They passed a tan-painted Spanish colonial house with a faux wrought-iron fence, and she knew right away that a dealer lived there. The child's play set in the front had never been touched by anything more careless than the wind and rain. The SUV in the driveway might have belonged to a small family, except for the large speakers she could see through the rear window. The tint on the windows of both car and home added to the effect. The kicker, though, was the white-haired, middle-aged man stepping out the front door to squint suspiciously around before heading back up the street in the direction of the channeler's home, where Glenda had spotted him walking this way just a few minutes ago.
Without bothering to ask anyone, she could say with confidence that whoever lived there sold mainly cocaine, but he also had cheap weed for those who couldn't afford the prices at the dispensary. He'd have rocks too, but he probably wouldn't sell them to you if you knew where he lived. He'd sell them on the weekends, manning a street corner, alongside a thug from whatever gang he ran with or paid tribute to.
Everyone knew they were cops, of course. Years of living in rural Canada had faded Glenda's tan and affected her fashion choices. Once, she'd have moved through an area like this in gym shorts, sneakers and a faded old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Showing off enough muscle to make the usual idiots think twice about harassing her, but not showing off so much skin than people might take her for a street worker with a schtick. Today, she drove in blue jeans, hiking boots and a flannel shirt. Next to her, Jack wore the same, complimented with a denim jacket. Only a couple of cops would dress like that in this neighborhood.
Though that wasn't strictly true -Jack's jurisdiction ended many hundreds of miles north of here- it might as well be. They were private investigators, working on behalf of the federal government, who was footing the bill for Dylan's recapture. Whether or not they were technically considered law enforcement officers depended entirely upon their needs and some paperwork. So far, they hadn't needed any LEO powers.
As she turned onto the 105 and marginally sped up in the dense traffic of the highway, Jack's phone rang. He begrudgingly lifted the brim of his hat up, squinting in the bright daylight at his screen. Apparently satisfied with what he saw there, he hit the accept button and pressed the phone to his ear.
"S'Jack," he said, then he listened for a bit.
"Ayup," he said. He glanced out the window, then covered the tiny mic at the bottom of the phone. "Get off the highway," he said to Glenda. She nodded and put on her turn signal, eyes searching for a chance to get over. A minivan in the next lane, slightly ahead of them, promptly slowed down to pace them.
"Awwright," he drawled into the phone. "We'll check it out. 'Preciate the heads up. Take care, now."
He pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen again before slipping it back into his pocket jacket.
"That was intel. Said that a bank account belonging to one Dylan Boucher just got emptied by a wire transfer to one Derek Garcia. Just a hair over ten grand. Transfer woulda taken place about a week ago, intel didn't pick up on it until it cleared."
"Garcia, that's the one that calls himself the 'Planewalker', right?"
"Ayup," Jack said. Glenda finally got tired of trying to get behind the minivan and sped up to cut him off, instead. Jack could see that it was being driven by a heavily tattooed white kid with dredlocks. He honked and flipped them off, but she ignored him. She'd had her turn signal on, and tried to get behind him, but he had slowed down and sped up to block her.
Out of pure spite, she tapped the brakes a few times.
Jack bounced forward against his seatbelt as she did and gave her a dirty look. She smiled sweetly at him. "What? That's how you drive around here. You used to live in Atlanta, you've got to know this by now."
"We didn't generally make an effort to piss people off in Atlanta," he grumbled. Glenda turned onto the ramp to get off on Crenshaw, heading south.
Glenda scoffed. "Now you're just lying. I've been to Atlanta. Worst drivers in the bottom half of the country by far."
"You sure about that?" Jack said, eyeing the rear-view mirror. Glenda glanced up to see the minivan still behind them, the driver jabbing his finger at them and ranting.
"Huh," she said. "Maybe this fucker's about to prove me wrong."
"Well, we need to get gas anyways, if we're driving all the way down to San Clemente," Jack said. "Might as well pull over at the first station we see and get it over with."
Glenda chuckled, mostly at what the angry man behind her was about to experience and kept her eyes peeled for a gas station.
The minivan never wavered, staying behind her through multiple lane changes, all the way down to Artesia Boulevard, where she finally found a Shell station. She pulled in and pulled up to a pump.
"You wanna have a white knight moment, or is today an 'equality of the sexes' day?" Glenda asked as the minivan pulled in behind them and stopped, blocking the entrance.
"Sheeeit," Jack drawled. "I mean, I guess I'll handle him if ya want..." He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door as the irate young metalhead stomped towards them. He made sure to be outside the car by the time the kid got within angry dick-measuring distance.
"What the fuck is your bitch's problem, asshole?!" the young man demanded. Jack didn't answer, he simply strode forward, within striking distance. Normally, Jack liked to deliver a good, bone-chilling threat, followed up by taking a more reasonable tone as he continued to stare through whomever was causing problems and imagine himself blowing their head off as he de-escalated the situation. It was a tactic that had served him well, many times. But today, Jack was tired.
He'd been hunting Dylan down for weeks now, and only just got their first promising lead as this little shit had gone out of his way to stop them from changing lanes for no discernible reason. So Jack simply slugged the kid right in the nose. He caught him off guard and sent the kid sprawling onto his ass. Before he could gather himself back up, Jack kicked him in the chest with the sole of his boot and drew his large revolver. He crouched down, boot still pinning the kid to the ground, and held the gun casually where the kid could see it.
"You know what a turn signal means?" he asked calmly. The kid's eyes went wide as he spotted the gun.
"Y-y-yeah," he stammered.
"Good. Ya had a little lapse of judgement there. Ya might wanna see to that." Jack stood, holstering his gun and walked back over to open the gas cover and insert the company credit card into the pump. He picked the mid-grade and inserted the fuel handle, locking the valve open before he turned back.
The kid was still sitting there, wiping blood from his mouth where his nose was bleeding. "They oughta have napkins inside," Jack told him mildly. "They're usually by the hot dogs."
Jack filled the tank while the kid picked himself up and went inside. A cop arrived a few minutes later, stopping in the entrance that the kid was blocking and turning his lights on. The cop stepped out and walked around the minivan and into the gas station.
Jack waited for the tank to fill, then replaced the nozzle and climbed back in the car.
"You wanna stick around?" Glenda asked. "Shoot the shit with the locals, make sure the kid gets the short end?"
"Naw," Jack said. "Read about the LA cops. Not exactly whom I'd like to consider comrades-in-arms, if you catch my meaning."
Glenda shrugged and they pulled out right as the kid and the cop both emerged back into the parking lot. Glenda thought the cop look pissed and the kid looked dejected.
They got on the 405 and drove it down to California 73, then took that south to Interstate 5, which brought them to San Clemente an hour later. Glenda got off the highway and turned into a neighborhood full of upscale, tightly-packed Spanish colonial homes. Unlike Compton, most of the yards weren't fenced, and those that were tended towards white picket fences. The lawns were universally well-cared for and nobody looked twice at them as they drove through the neighborhood and up to the address highlighted on the GPS.
It was a small, modest-looking home with a distinctly 70's asthetic. It didn't match most of the tile-roofed, square walled homes around it, but it hardly stood out, either. A BMW sat in the driveway, framed by a pair of shaped topiary trees. It looked like something off the cover of some homemaking magazine, Glenda thought.
They parked on the street and climbed out.
"The air is crackling with magic," Glenda said. "He's in there, doing something right now."
Jack walked up and pounded on the door. Glenda held up a hand, fingers splayed. Jack would understand what she meant. The magic was currently at a five, and she'd let him know if it diminished, and by approximately how much.
She kept her hand still for a while as nobody answered the door. Five minutes passed before Jack turned to her.
"Okay, this is your gig, now," he said. He walked back to the car, opening the trunk to reveal the bound, squirming and sweating Caliope there. He yanked her gag down and fed her from a water bottle.
"Been a long drive, ain't it?" he asked, conversationally. Caliope sucked greedily at the bottle, managing to drink every drop that didn't get splashed into the trunk.
"Fuck you," she muttered weakly. Jack smiled. "Looks to me like you're the one what's fucked, darlin'. Guess you shouldn'ta gone and fucked with your sister's collar like that. I mean, if you'd played by the rules, we'd have overlooked the whole issue of you not actually being any help whatsoever, and taken your good faith efforts as enough to fill your end. But ya had to go behind our backs, causing trouble. So now you're stuck in a trunk until we get back to the airport."
"Fuck you," she gasped again.
"'Scuse me," Jack said, reaching past her for an armored vest. He pulled it out and tugged it over his head, getting the flaps velcroed in place and adjusting it. When he was done, he pulled Caliope's gag back up.
"Awright, girl, you jes sit tight while we check this out. Won't be but a little bit, then we'll be heading to the airport."
She tried to say something, but the gag turned it into a muffled wail. Jack smiled as he closed the trunk and returned to the front door. Glenda stood there, watching him, fully kitted up with her armor and a carbine in her hands.
"Ready," Jack said. Glenda turned and, without preamble, kicked the door open with a thunderous blow. She rushed inside, rifle up and leading the way, Jack hot on her heels. Neither made it very far, though.
The living room had been converted into a ritual chamber. The walls were festooned with runes and the twisting lines that connected them. The floor had a large, ornate circle in the middle, runes etched into it and twisting, spiral designs encasing the whole thing. But that wasn't what gave them pause.
In the middle of the circle hovered a shimmering mirage, through which Glenda could see a city. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film, all rounded corners and smooth, off-white concrete. The windows in the buildings were mirrored, or else none of them had lights on inside, because they all reflected a sunrise coming from behind the view.
"What the hell's that?" Jack asked. Glenda carefully felt the magic around the apparition. "I think it's a portal."
"Okay, so where does it go, do ya think?"
"I haven't got a clue. I don't recognize that city."
"Kinda looks like Mos Eisley, a hundred years after they found oil or something," Glenda said.
"Think that's what Dylan was paying for? A trip to wherever that is?"
"Looks like," Glenda mused. "We're gonna need to call this in."
"Ayup. Let's clear the house, first."
They did just that. They found a den set up in one of the bedrooms, an obviously-lived-in kitchen and a master bedroom used for its intended purposes. In the last bedroom, they found an arsenal and storage space. It was full of survival and camping gear, weapons and ammo.
"Missing rifle," Jack said, peering at a gun rack.
"Yup," Glenda agreed. She opened an ammo tin. It was only half full.
"Somebody geared up here," she said.
Jack sighed. "Let's call it in, then. We'll hand over our little helper when the backup gets here."
----
It took two hours to get a team there, mostly because the LA regional office was all the way up in Burbank. But they eventually arrived. Two security officers took Caliope off their hands, to bring her back to prison. They brought another collar, to replace the modified wet blanket spell Glenda had been holding since the riot. It hadn't seemed like a lot of effort to hold the spell in place, but as soon as she finally let it go, she felt a wave of relief.
"Julie sent some extras along," the leader of the relief force told Glenda once Caliope had been seen to. She'd already spotted the two middle-eastern men in different uniforms than the rest. She thought she recognized the older one.
"We'll take all the help we can get. Any of you boys willing to go jaunting across reality with us?" The man chuckled. "No, thanks. Besides, we've got orders to secure this building and wait for the feds. Gonna see if there's anything illegal here, so we can nab this Garcia fellow as soon as he gets back."
Glenda nodded, then looked at the two middle-eastern men. She jerked her head in a 'come here' gesture and they stepped forward.
"Glenda, right?" the older one asked, holding out a hand.
"Yup," she said as she took it. He shook firmly, then let go. "I am Aqib, and this is my assistant, Mateen. We've been running around, helping out where we can for months now. It seems it is your turn to accept our assistance."
"Either of you got any magic?" Glenda asked. Mateen hefted his rifle and then tapped his body armor. "All of our gear is enchanted. We have rings, as well," he held up a hand bedecked with silver bands. "They will help us heal from injuries and allow us to see in the dark and other such useful things."
"Good, good," she said, then stopped. Aqib. That name rang a bell. She squinted at the middle-aged man.
"You were at the Wyrm facility when we took it," she said. "About six years ago." He nodded.
"I was with your friend when she fell. She saved my life," he said. Glenda nodded. "I remember that. I'm glad you're still here, then. Glad you're with us. I, uh..." She stopped speaking before she got choked up and cleared her throat.
"Are you two ready?" she asked.
"We have our gear," Aqib said, nodding at a pair of large backpacks leaning against one of the DCM branded trucks. "Camping gear, food and water for three days. Spare ammo, tools. We were told you had much more supplies yourself."
"Yup. I've got fresh food, enough for a couple of weeks for the four of us. Plus a couple months worth of dehydrated foods, MRE's and other food that'll keep for a while. I've got water and other shit to drink, camping gear, etcetera, etcetera. As long as you guys brought your own tents, we're golden."
"That is good," Aqib said.
"Do you have battery packs?" Mateen asked.
"Battery packs?" Glenda responded.
"Yes, for phones and other electronics. To keep them charged. I have a solar recharger, but it takes a long time, and it isn't always convenient to set it up."
Glenda shook her head. "Nope. Never been much for carrying a bunch of electronics around. Besides, I doubt our phones will work, where we're going."
Aqib grinned at his companion. "No video games until we're done, Mateen," he said. Mateen rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
"Mateen is still a child at heart, even though he has children of his own," Aqib explained as he stepped forward to get a good look at the portal, still hovering in the middle of the room.
"As long as he can fight," Glenda said. Jack approached, finished with the field paperwork. He had a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a rifle slung over the other. He still wore his armor.
"He fights like a cornered dog," Aqib said mildly. At Glenda's quirked eyebrow, he clarified. "He is very fierce."
"Good," Glenda said. She turned to Jack and gave him a quick kiss. "We ready?"
"Ayup," Jack confirmed. "All the paperwork's done, we're good to go."
Glenda pushed past Mateen and Aqib as they moved to pick up their packs. "I'll take them," she said. Mateen frowned, but Aqib simply nodded and stood back. She grabbed both packs and sent them to hammerspace, accepting Jack's pack and giving it the same treatment. Mateen shook his head slowly, but Aqib seemed unimpressed.
"Okay, let's boogie," Glenda said and strode through the portal before she could work up any doubts.
----
"None of 'em rotted," Jack said. "They're all mummified. All the plants are dead, but none of them are rotted, either." He stood in what seemed like a small park, a few trees growing in clusters at the four corners, and an open field of dead grass in the middle. Bodies lay strewn about, adults and children alike. Many lay draped over the benches, or slumped in a pile in front of them. One cluster of small bodies had a large, rubber-ish ball laying next to them, as if they'd died in the middle of some sort of game.
Glenda eyed the surroundings. They hadn't encountered a single living being in the hours they'd been moving through this city. "What do you think happened here?" she asked.
"I'll be honest, I ain't got a fucking clue, darlin'," Jack said. They stood in silence for a bit, reflecting on what they'd seen and wondering about it. An entire city, dead. No signs of decay, except for rusted metal. Glenda had seen large piles of rust that she took to be cars, based on the plastic and ceramic components still in them, along with the bodies. An entire city, dead. And yet the bodies remained. They'd held up better than the metal, for sure.
Mateen came around a corner at a jog and made a beeline for them. "Aqib has found something, a fresh body. Recently killed."
"Lead the way," Glenda told him. They followed him back around the corner, two blocks down and then around another corner, where they found Aqib standing over a bloody, headless corpse, resting against a building under a sign written in a language Glenda didn't recognize.
"Sheeit," Jack said as they drew up. "That's certainly out of place. Wonder where his head got to."
"Over here," Mateen said. He gestured to what looked like a bus stop with a trash can next to it. There, fetched up against the trash can was a severed head. A sparse trail of blood led from the body to it. Glenda walked over and crouched down, peering at the head.
"I think this is Garcia," she said. She pulled the photo she had of the man from hammerspace, checking it against the head.
"I think you're right," Jack said, peering over her shoulder. "And the chopped off head. That sounds like something Dylan would do."
"I think we're on the right track then," Glenda said. "But how do we know what direction he went?"
She straightened up as they all looked around. Nothing stood out to them.
A moment later, a terrifying roar sounded from off in the distance. They all turned towards it, weapons rising.
"I do not like that, but I think we know what direction to check now," Aqib said.
"'Fraid I gotta agree with ya," Jack said.

OK this is not me but a friend of mine. He is purchasing a home, in tn, and was told that the home is currently a rental. He was then told he must uphold the terms of the standing lease until November even though the home is unoccupied. He is being hold HE has to adhear to the terms of the lease even though he is buying the house. This seems strange to me and I don't want him getting screwed. So is this even legal? Can he be told he has to adhere to the terms of a previous lease even though he is the one purchasing the home and will be the one living there?

Company Name	Title	City
Bojangles	Bojangles Team Member (Miembro del equipo) - Alcoa, TN - 974	Alcoa
Bath & Body Works	Keyholder	Clarksville
Republic Plastics	Machine Operator - Thermoforming McQueeney, TX	Corryton
Crete Carrier	CDL A Driver	Erwin
Bethany Center For Rehabilitation And Healing	Dietary Aide	Kodak
FSR	Clinical Psychologist - TBI	Memphis
Benore Logistics	CDL Local Truck Driver Job	Nashville
Bojangles	Bojangles Team Member (Miembro del equipo) - Sevierville, TN - 2020	Sevierville
Fast Pace Health	LMRT	South Pittsburg
State Volunteer Mutual Insurance Company	Assistant Office Manager	Brentwood
Trigg Enterprises LLC	Bojangles TEAM MEMBER @ Bristol Volunteer PKWY	Bristol
Florim Solution, Inc	Selection Operator	Clarksville
Florim Solution, Inc	Warehouse Rack Picker	Clarksville
Developmental Services	Direct Support Professional	Dickson
Aladdin Temp-Rite	Product Engineer	Hendersonville
United Industries	Quality Engineer	Selmer
Preply	Online English Teacher (100% Remote)	Bartlett
Preply	Online English Teacher (100% Remote)	Bemis
The Home Depot	Retail Merchandising Associate	Brentwood
Capital One	Senior Process Manager	Chattanooga
Courtesy Finance	Assistant Branch Manager	Chattanooga
Capital One	Senior Software Engineer, Full Stack	Chattanooga
Preply	Online English Teacher (100% Remote)	Chickamauga
Support Solutions of the Mid South	Direct Support Professional Sat-Sun 7p-7a	Clarksville
Pinewood Springs	Adult Psychiatric Nurse - RN	Columbia

Hey guys, here are some recent job openings , feel free to comment here if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!

Company Name	Title	City
Bojangles	Bojangles Team Member (Miembro del equipo) - Alcoa, TN - 974	Alcoa
Bath & Body Works	Keyholder	Clarksville
Republic Plastics	Machine Operator - Thermoforming McQueeney, TX	Corryton
Crete Carrier	CDL A Driver	Erwin
Bethany Center For Rehabilitation And Healing	Dietary Aide	Kodak
FSR	Clinical Psychologist - TBI	Memphis
Benore Logistics	CDL Local Truck Driver Job	Nashville
Bojangles	Bojangles Team Member (Miembro del equipo) - Sevierville, TN - 2020	Sevierville
Fast Pace Health	LMRT	South Pittsburg
State Volunteer Mutual Insurance Company	Assistant Office Manager	Brentwood
Trigg Enterprises LLC	Bojangles TEAM MEMBER @ Bristol Volunteer PKWY	Bristol
Florim Solution, Inc	Selection Operator	Clarksville
Florim Solution, Inc	Warehouse Rack Picker	Clarksville
Developmental Services	Direct Support Professional	Dickson
Aladdin Temp-Rite	Product Engineer	Hendersonville
United Industries	Quality Engineer	Selmer
Preply	Online English Teacher (100% Remote)	Bartlett
Preply	Online English Teacher (100% Remote)	Bemis
The Home Depot	Retail Merchandising Associate	Brentwood
Capital One	Senior Process Manager	Chattanooga
Courtesy Finance	Assistant Branch Manager	Chattanooga
Capital One	Senior Software Engineer, Full Stack	Chattanooga
Preply	Online English Teacher (100% Remote)	Chickamauga
Support Solutions of the Mid South	Direct Support Professional Sat-Sun 7p-7a	Clarksville
Pinewood Springs	Adult Psychiatric Nurse - RN	Columbia

Hey guys, here are some recent job openings , feel free to comment here if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!

I’m still in a bit of shock - my landlord is selling my flat, and I had no idea the housing/rental situation had gotten so bad in the city I’m in. It’s impossible to find anywhere else for the same price, or actually, at all - 100 applicants per room, people paying a year in rent upfront to secure somewhere.
It’s clear I don’t make enough to stay in the city I’m in. I’ve spoken to my parents, and I’m going to stay at theirs and travel into work. It’s not ideal, but it looks like the only option right now.
This means I am going to be able to save half my income that went on rent. I’ve been researching van life for six months and I really want to try it.
How much should I save? Does anyone have any wisdom on how much they wished they’d saved?