It’ll Happen

Just now, I helped my sister load up a bunch of clothes into the car.  She’s moving to her new apartment to begin her last year and a half of college (I say year and a half because, although she could graduate in May, she’s going to get her teaching certificate in Latin–believe it or not, there’s demand, so I think it’s wise for her to have such a so-called "backup" skill [though there's nothing easy in teaching or learning Latin]).

Looking at the boxes of clothes piled on the sidewalk, I suddenly felt a weird thrill go through me–and, surprisingly enough to myself, I heard a voice say "That’ll be me soon enough."  Even after a tough week, it’s still nice to know that I’m as determined as ever to get out of Michigan and into a new job and town (that are, conveniently enough, near my beloved guy).  I just kind of grinned to myself as I started to think about the logistics of finding a way to transport all of my clothes and other minor necessities–I plan to buy furniture once relocated–hundreds of miles.  I’ll figure it out and it won’t cause any kind of hardship, but it made me realize that I have a shitload of clothes.  It’d do well to donate quite a bit.

I just applied, actually, to two jobs for which I am stunningly (if I do say so myself) well-qualified.  Knowing my credentials and seeing them listed, seeing the accomplishments I’ve done for a few companies always makes me realize that I am competitive, and that my greatest enemies are distance and the economy, not me.  I think that, soon enough, an employer will not care that I need to fly in for an interview.  I certainly hope that, once I fly in and have that interview, I’ll get the call to get my ass down there and start working.  It’s a bit goofy, but I’ve already started planning things I’m going to do–join the local running group (I need to learn new routes, obviously), look up plays and concerts once I’m there, check out hockey tickets (and see when the Wings are visiting) and get involved with local Planned Parenthood clinics.  As negative as I get sometimes about the job search, I also do allow myself to wallow in fantasies that involve me having a new boatload of friends and having a drink without getting a call of "when are you going to be home?" on my (new) cell phone.

I’m continuing to search and will apply to more jobs as the weekend progresses.  I just needed to post the optimism that occasionally boils inside of me.