“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
Today I stand on a precipice. I am not where I was, nor am I where I will be. I’m in transition. I am a carefully traced leaf set aloft on the winds of change. So many things on the horizon, so much to be done. I am so very excited to finally let you in on my new journey.
Tomorrow I leave for New Jersey. I have accepted a position as a union organizer…my dream job. I’ve never allowed myself to dream, until now, and I am both terrified and elated at the prospect of a new life. I will be there for two weeks, learning the job, meeting members and staff, and familiarizing myself with the area. Things have been in the works for about a month (hence my brief hiatus from you, dear reader), but now that I have a moment to catch my breath, I thought I’d bring you all up to speed.
Earlier this week I was a part of a hellacious moving experience that I won’t go into here (I so don’t want to relive even a second of that bullshit). Just know that everything is in storage, and I’m sleeping on an air mattress in my friend’s front room. Tristan and I are technically homeless for the time being. Homeless but hopeful, I suppose…lol
I have had two last days at work this week. Leaving both Sephora and HWI were emotional, to say the least. I’ve become rather sentimental in my old age. I am unable to express the depth of my love for each and every one of you…without my friends and my family, I am nothing and I am no one.
So, onward and upwards (literally…to the North!) I go. I’m taking the first step in a multi-layered adventure, and I’m so incredibly excited (and scared, did I mention scared???). But I’ve got this…I always do. 2016 is starting to look up, and I couldn’t be more pleased.
Here’s to new friends…
Here’s to new adventures…
Here’s to a new life…