Moving On . . .

On Friday, January 20, 2006, at around 11am, I learned my fate. When my cell phone rang, probably for the first time in a week since my boyfriend had called me to find out where I was after my interview, my heart leapt–I knew it was a potential employer, and I knew that the news could either be bad or good. I was hoping for good, but when I answered, my heart was now at the bottom of my stomach. I was sure it was going to be bad news.

“Are you ready to move?” my new employer asked me.

To quote the 80s: Awesome. Awesome to the max.

I now have a job that pays me nearly $20,000 more. Yep, you read that right–nearly $20,000 more. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could land that much. I am in a position that combines past positions and is going to make the most out of my skills. I am probably going to be wildly busy, and my 5 second commute will morph into an 80-minute train ride to and from work. I am a week away from leaving Michigan and moving. I am excited, a little bit stressed, maybe feeling a tad insecure, ready to resign from Dyn-o-mite on Monday, and thanking God that I don’t have to move a bunch of shit (save my clothes) 400 miles south. I have a written offer that I have to sign and fax back by Tuesday, and I plan on getting that done by Monday morning. I am at once exhilirated and a little sad–after all, much as I wanted to leave, I’ll miss my family. However, I’m ready to start a career and a life, and live close to IP for the first time in ye– uh, months?

It is overwhelming. It will happen very, very soon. A month from now, I’ll be in my own apartment, probably kicking my boyfriend out my comfortable queen bed, making him eat cereal for dinner every night. I will be thrown back into a line of work I haven’t done in a bit, but that I feel confident about. I will be researching, planning, and interacting with a lot of people after being isolated for more than a year. It flusters you a bit.

But boy, am I geeked. After the phone call yesterday, I probably danced and screamed for about five minutes straight (and yes, I was all alone, so there was no one to witness my lunacy). My brother M found out first, follow by sister V, followed by boyfriend IP, followed by brother A. I actually wasn’t able to tell my parents until today because of circumstances beyond my control, but they are happy for me. Not thrilled for themselves, but my new position and salary made their eyes bulge happily, even if they are a bit concerned about the sudden move (which, they recognize, is unavoidable). I think they’re already thinking about flying out to see me when they get a chance–that would be nice.

Oh, though, so much to do before that can happen!