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Friends, We Must Fight To Run Away!

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!


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!


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.

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