When will this sidewalk end?

First Thing (and the only thing):
This can't possibly be the end of everything that appeared so promising 12 months ago.  On this date exactly one year ago I was preparing my heart to say goodbye to my fiance for 8  months of active duty in Iraq, I was preparing my mind for 9 months of hard work towards graduating and thesis completion, and I was embracing the last months I had with my best friends.
Now my husband is here to stay for at least the next two years, thank goodness, I have a degree and nothing to show for it, and I miss the college environment and my roommates/best friends who are now all over the country.
I keep thinking that this can't possibly be the end of all that seemed so promising a year ago.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

-Shel Silverstein 

There is a very long sidewalk I am walking and I can't seem to find the chalk-white arrows that will lead me to the place with the cool peppermint wind.  It feels, instead, that I am walking through the dark street winds and bends.  Everyday it is more of the same: more of the same questions.

Name:

Email:

Phone:

Address:

Previous Employment:

Education:

Blah. Blah.  Blah.

Five on Wednesday, none on Thursday, two on Friday, and Saturday provides the *wonderful* opportunity of more.  I have so many user names and passwords that I can't keep them straight.  My resumes and cover letters say Amanda Villegas Norton because my email still says villegas without a norton.
It really does seem that this sidewalk will never end.  This mundane job of  applications becomes a task I despise because of its repetitive nature and its lack of results.
A college degree literally means nothing.  All those hours I poured over my books in college to maintain that GPA and graduate with some kind of honor offers me nothing in return but the feeling of inadequacy.  I am seriously considering some sort of technical school because maybe that will give me a chance.  Maybe I can start in the construction business . . . my husband seems to be bringing home some money.
This joblessness is offering me nothing but feelings of depression and guilt.  Guilt because Nate needs to start school and I need to have a job.  I need to contribute to our little family.
I'm starting to think I should have a child. . . that way I won't feel like such a bum as a stay at home wife and I'll actually have things to do while I'm at home (besides look for jobs and thank you notes and cooking and cleaning) like take care of a child.  That will give me some sort of fulfillment as job hunting leaves me severely lacking in everything but inadequacy and guilt.
But, we can't afford that now.  So it looks like I'm out of luck.
I am tired of hearing that something will come and that God will provide.  I know that.  I really do know that and to be honest sometimes it gets annoying hearing that.  I know people don't know what else to say and I know that they are trying to console a bruised spirit.   However, I know that God always pulls through . . . but that doesn't stop the present from feeling dreary.
This is a long rambling of thoughts but it was the only way to stop the tears from coming, especially since I'm in a public place and crying accomplishes nothing.

Someday this sidewalk will end and I'll be at the place where the sun burns crimson bright.