I'm being worlds more dramatic than I need to about this.

After what may be the craziest week I've had in a while (which is probably a sad commentary on my life), I have been hired to teach high school! Yes, finally! After years of school and student debt, I will at last be able to make a living teaching, rather than massaging!

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Don't get me wrong, I think you guys know I love massage, and I always will. I just also recognize that a fibromyte's hands do have an expiration date.

Anyway, the catch is.....

The school is 200 miles away. And so I am moving. In three weeks.

I am giving notice at all 3 of my jobs, I am hitting up the liquor store for boxes, I am packing like mad, and I am bidding goodbye to my beautiful, hilly, green city. I'm officially excited, and damned if anything is going to slow my momentum down. NO SENTIMENT SHALL STOP ME!

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I've never really had a problem with making drastic changes. I'm one of those people who, once I decide to do it, it's basically done. Being hyperrational/hyperanalytical probably helps. But even I have to admit I am feeling a tug of homesickness at leaving dear old SA. I know I'll be making up random excuses to come visit occasionally, because I suspect this will always feel like home. But I'm not going to let that stop me, either.

Hubby has never lived anywhere else, so this is a big change for him.

As I told him last night, for two people in a generation of unemployed/underemployed and economically screwed peers, we need to be really damn grateful that we are now both working in our fields. I guess for a while I thought it would never happen, you know?

So right now, I'm just reveling in the fact that it has, and I am doing this.