I’m moving guys!! Yes I said it, I’m moving!!!
I’m both excited and super sad, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t spend all of last night crying my eyes out like a big baby.
After months of being unhappy with where I am in life, financially, personally, I’ve made the decision to look into other options.
I had a wonderful interview yesterday with my best friends boss, who came all the way from Albuquerque just to interview with me. Which is a 5 hr drive by the way. He offered me a great opportunity with a great staring pay. I couldn’t be more lucky to have found such a good job right away.
Now I’m not sure if this is my forever job but for now it will do, while I transition into my new home town.
Here is where the freak out comes in. I’ve never been away from my family. It’s totally different when the parents are away on vacation for a week and I don’t speak to them. At least I’m in the comfort of my own home, nothings changed. And it’s completely different than when I go up there on vacation, because even though I always hate coming back home, it’s still my home.
I’m completely heart broken to be leaving my home and my family. Most people don’t understand how hard this is for me. Where most kids start each year on their own having to get used to the changes and making new friends, I’ve always had my sister there to be by my side.
Even though I need to do this for myself and my future, I’m having a hard time coming to term with the decision I’ve made. It’s happening all so fast. In two weeks I will be living in a new town, a city of all things. I’m going to miss my little country living. In two weeks I’ll be living in a new house, and looking into getting my own apartment. All without the comfort of going to the next room to vent to my mother or sister.
I’m moving into a great situation, my best friend and her husband has offered me a room in their home to me for a while, while I get my footing. Although this seems like the ideal situation, I have to wonder. She’s married, how fun can this be before she gets tired of me. I’m going up there single and unattached as can be. I need the familiar face, I need the companionship at least for a while. I hate to come off needy here but I’m the one making the big plunge.
Once I move out, how often will she want to hang out? Maybe I’m over thinking this.
Help me guys, I’m flying the coop a little late and it’s super hard. My little heart is having palpitations. I’m sad…..
Also I was supposed to blog about my trip to Iowa recently but I’ve been preoccupied. Stay tuned for my adventure update.