My last day of work is 1 week from today. I cannot believe it. In one week I'm going to be saying goodbye to everyone here and then frantically packing and cleaning the house. And then lugging furniture and boxes and driving 5 hours up to the Bay!
And then...then I have to find a job. Which seems so daunting and impossible right now being so far away and having no one call me after sending them my resume. I'm going to have to walk into Human Resource Departments, fill out applications and sell myself (I know it sounds dirty....it sometimes feels dirty).
But once these things are settled: moving, finding a job, finding a permanent apartment I think I will be ok, but right now I just don't want to think about it. Don't want to pack, don't want to say goodbye, don't want to move.
sigh. Can I just skip over this part and get to next month now.
But this is apparently how my cat spends his day. If there is such a thing as reincarnation I want to come back as a cat with someone like me or Michele as the owner.
Click below to see Garren as an Elf.
Well it's been a topic of conversation in our house for the last year and it's finally more than conversation and what ifs. It's real. Garren and I are moving back to the Bay Area the first weekend of January. And I'm FREAKING out.
We were planning on early February to give us some time after the holidays. Some breathing room. Then our roommate let us know that she was moving home in early January so then the decision became do we get another roommate and put off the move or do we bite the big one and just move up the date.
Well we moved up the date. I gave our notice to the landlord this past weekend and I'm giving notice to work on Friday. OMG! I'm sure your questions are, "Do they have jobs? A place to live? Any plan what so ever?". My answers are no, kinda and not really.
We've been applying, but everyone is looking for someone to start ASAP that I think they can't be bothered with people relocating from Santa Barbara. I'm hoping we'll have more luck once we're in the area. Mom has been great enough to offer up her 2nd bedroom to me and Garren and the two cats until we get settled with a job and can look for a place. Bay Area commute here I come!
So really the plan at this point is to 1. give notice at work 2. start packing 3. have a nice xmas and new years in SB 3. move the 1st weekend of January 4. find job or temp work until I can find a job and 5. find a decent place to live.
So on top of all the logistical aspects of moving there is the worry of what if I can't find a job? What if we can't find an affordable place near any job I can find? What if I still don't like living in the Bay Area? What if I don't like what I'm doing? What if I'm just miserable.
But then there is also mom, ady, erik, kristen, michele and other people I left when I moved that I will be happy to be close to again. I mean the though alone of being able to see dumb movies with michele so that I have someone else to giggle with is so great! Also to be able to go to dinner with friends who for the past 4.5 years I've only seen 2 times a year is also wonderful.
I mean this could all be good and great and the best thing ever, but until the cats, Garren and I are settled, I'm going to continue to freak out.