VERY IMPORTANT

Today I made a folder entitled "VERY IMPORTANT SHIT" which was supposed to remind me not to tuck away said folder in a random box. Also, because labeling it this way made me smile. The problem is that now the folder is now all "Oh hello Mr. Robber, if you're going to steal something you should definitely steal me." Which makes me think that 1. I am a complete and total idiot sometimes and 2. that I should use my editing skills to interject a "^ Un" in front of the "Important" part just to toy with the hypothetical stealers of my identification.

If anyone feels like volunteering for the role of organizing my life, I promise to love you to pieces until the end of time. Really, not a bad deal at all if you think about it.

on moving, leaving, etc.

I'm not good at goodbyes. There is some part of me, that wants to grip with both hands onto whatever I am leaving. Even when I know, deep down, that this is right. But still, I find myself wanting to sit down each person that matters, and fully communicate just how much I love them, just how much I'll miss them, and how this move has nothing to do with either of those factors. I find myself wanting to explain, that even though I get horribly depressed about the idea of giving up these friendships, the idea of staying is equally unhealthy. I want them to know that these things are true... and yet, in looking at the hours and days that are left, it's just not realistic.

I have two weeks to pack up a life that's taken six years to build. Eventually I'll wrap my head around all this, but right now it just feels like a blur.

moving on the cheap

let's just pretend for a minute that I did not go out and spend money on a book to help me save money.

....i'm so dutch it's pathetic.

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.