Imagine the possibilities

I spoke to Laura today. Whenever I am feeling low, she manages to cheer me up. We talk everyday, at least twice. When good things happen, she is the first person I call. I know she'll be there. I know she'll listen. I know she's interested and not just out of friendly obligation.

So I am feeling a little better now. I am exhausted, but at least not so depressed.

While on the phone, I made a realization/decision. A few days ago my District Manager called me and asked if I was still interested in moving to Boston. If you recall, I was offered a job that I can't have right now because it isn't available yet. But there might be an opening at the end of November and she wanted to see if I wanted it or not.

I said that I would consider it and that I'd like to hear more about it later as information came to her. Good move.

I had thought that I might ultimately say no. I don't want to jinx anything, but there is a possibility that I might get to move to Toronto sooner rather than later and I wouldn't want to take a job I'd have to vacate after a month or two. But it wouldn't make sense to pass on a chance to wait for something with no guarantee. Besides, I could use a change of scenery.

I'm not exactly sure how it'll all work. How I can expect to move to Boston, start working, find an apartment, move in... It's a lot. There are still people I can contact to whom I spoke when I originally made the decision to move. Some of them have fairly inexpensive rooms available. One in particular sounds promising.

So we'll see. A lot is up in the air right now and in a few weeks I'll know better what is going on. Until then, I am praying that what I really want to happen, does and that everything else goes by.

sigh

This one isn't so positive. I apologize in advance. I'm tired.

Just like last time, I have still yet to write about my trip to Toronto. Lots of great things happened, more are possibly on the way and yet, I don't talk about it. It's special. I want to keep it secret. I want to keep it safe. I want to see the looks on my friends' faces when I tell them.

But today, I am tired.

I am so ready to move on. I am so ready to be done with the things in my life that I don't like. I know, this is nothing spectacular. People go through this everyday. It's called being an adult, or at least, a grown up. Like I've said before, I am taking the pain now as opposed to later. I wasn't too thrilled about it in the beginning and now, it's a little more than I feel like facing.

Even as I write this, I know that I should just shut up. It will pass and I'll feel better.

Eventually.

Maybe as soon as January. Maybe it won't be until March. That's not very long. But when you feel stuck and you have for a while, even one more week seems endless.