It’s hard to believe that I really am about to pack up and move 2,000 miles away. I am so excited & I’m looking forward to all of the new opportunities & new chapter I can start in a new city where I don’t know many people. But, like any normal person – I also have this nagging voice in my head that is comfortable here. I don’t think I’m particularly happy here anymore, but it’s routine. And, I’m not unhappy enough that this move is as desperate of a measure as my move to California was. But as expected it’s scary and sad as well as extremely exciting.
It did just occur to me that I am essentially paying rent to three different apartments for the month of august. 1. To finish my summer sublet (I will receive my deposit & half months rent hopefully by September) 2. My deposit for my new place that starts Sept 1st. and 3rd. To the boarding house in DC that I’ll be taking up residence in for the month of August while I go through work training. All of that – on top of at least 300 dollars in gas & 3 nights of hotels = a very broke xjcar. (and I won’t even get started on food. I’ll be buying in bulk & eating granola and dried fruit for the entire drive.)
I’ve mapped out my drive – taking 5 days to get to VB where I’ll visit with friends for the weekend before moving into the boarding house. I plan to stop at the Carlsbad Caverns & Guadalupe National Parks, check out some of the JFK exhibits in Dallas visit my cousin & then party at the beach for the weekend & maybe get in a little surfing.
I am excited & optimistic. These last 10 days will be tough saying goodbye to people that I know realistically I may never see again but, I’ll finally have a career – instead of just a job. I’ll be able to visit my college friends and family much easier being in the same time zone. And who knows maybe I’ll even meet a nice man I can bring home to mom & dad.