Thursday, April 10, 2008

Moving to D.C.

It's official, I have stepped up and made a big girl decision to move to D.C. I had a moment of panic when temporarily living with my parents was looming towards me ominously. I don't think there is anything wrong at all with moving back in for a bit in between jobs or while figuring out what you want. For most people that is. I love my parents, they are my best friends, but we just get along so much better when we aren't living under the same roof.

This was the push I needed to actually make a major decision on my own and do something exciting for myself. I have a great friend who already lives in D.C. and her lease is conveniently ending after April, so what better time to make the move?

The only glaring problem with this situation is my having to leave FSU behind. It feels a little ass backwards to meet the person you are meant to be with and then move far away to pursue some sort of career. It's not forever, and I just know if I don't make this choice now I might not ever have the chance. This is the first time in my life I am not making a choice based on the other person in my life. The sad part is he is the only one I could honestly make sacrifices for that would appreciate it and be worth it.

With all the excitement, apprehension, and sadness, I am a bundle of nerves the past few days. I had to break the news to my family. My sister was as usual excited for me and supportive and just amazing. I worked myself up into a frenzy of panic about telling my parents. They tend to have strong reactions to my crazy plans. Surprise, surprise, they were happy?! Even though my dad is worried I'm going to get caught up in some congressional drug/sex scandal (because I know so many congressmen) and offered to supply me with some Mace and a handgun, they were calm, and supportive and my mom was actually excited. I feel like maybe this is a trick, it seems to good to be true.

So now its all very real, and exciting, and FSU will visit, and I will visit him, and I just have a good feeling that everything will work out for the best. It has to. So we are on the hunt for apt/townhouse/shanty and possibly subleasing from a friend of a friend. I pretty much don't mind if I sleep in a bathtub, just get me there before I chicken out and miss my chance.


1 comment:

Blog Mistress said...

Try to avoid the shanty living spaces and yay for knowing congressmen. I'm sure it will come in handy--in a good way-- at some point.