A Note of Thanks

I talked to a few work friends from Dyn-o-mite today, and it turns out that one friend hasn’t gotten a reply from the last place she interviewed with. Not a good sign, but not necessarily a bad sign, I understand her frustration and her worries. As it stands, she and her boyfriend are long distance right now, with my friend trying to find a job in his city. Same old song as mine, except that mine has a bit more time and drama attached to it. Back in November and December, I was jealous of her connections that seemed to assure her of getting a job in her new city quickly. Here we are, though, in February, with me living in D.C. and my friend still stuck at Dyn-o-mite. If our roles were reversed, I’d be insanely jealous, wondering “why not me?” and trying to force happiness for her. I’m sure she feels the same about me, though my boyfriend and family are quick to point out that I was searching for a long time before anything happened. My reversal of fortune has been remarkable really, with an interview request coming one week, the interview coming the next week, and a job offer coming the following week. I moved a week after that, started less than a week after the move, and here I sit, gainfully employed and really happy with my personal and professional life. It’s impossible not to feel grateful, and the two people who deserve the most recognition are my parents, I have to say.

Why?

Well, they reared me and put up with my tantrums. They put up with my miserable ways last year, when I acted like a child. They funded me through college and grad school, and have offered numerous times to supplement my income while I transition into a new place. It can’t be easy for them–I’m the first child to really leave them, going away to be near my boyfriend and work at a wonderful position. It’s unheard of in our family. None of my cousins have strayed this far, none have followed a guy (well, they have, but there’s usually a fetus involved at that point). Yet, there they are, supporting me 100%. They don’t read my blog, but I’m sure my siblings will tell them. I LOVE them so very much, and they are fabulous. Simply. Fabulous. In the past few days, as my father’s birthday approaches, I’ve been thinking a lot about them, and how simply wonderful they are. They’ve really supported me, supported me beyond any Mexican girl’s wildest dreams, and for that, I’m totally grateful. Even though I interviewed, their parenting and faith in me really helped me down this path. Okay, now I’m bawling to myself about how much I love them. Thanks, Mom and Dad. You guys really are the best. When people ask you how you did it and you answer that we’re the ones who did it, you’re only half right. We all did it, but you got the ball rolling for us. I couldn’t have asked for better parents. I can only hope to be as good a parent if I have kids (legitimate kids, I promise, Mom and Dad).

Okay, I’m off to bawl a bit more, then try to stop crying before my boyfriend and I go shopping in order to stock my new apartment.