moving

It comes and goes in waves. There are moments where I get giddy and am almost frantically excited. Then there are moments when it hits that I'm about to leave the life I've built here, for one that is so overwhelmingly different than everything that I've known so far. I'm unbelievably thrilled, and unbelievably terrified.

Which is an awkward and roundabout way of saying that I'm moving to NYC in the next 3-4 weeks. I got lucky, and a recruiter wound up with my resume in hand. What started as a conversation a few weeks ago, and resulted in me frantically pulling together a portfolio, ended up with a job offer last week. So I quit, which was easier than I thought it would be. And now I'll move, which I'm sure will be harder than I can even anticipate.