Allrighty. I have left a lot of people in confusion over the last few weeks. Let me explain myself.
I made a deal with myself (and a few other people) that if I did not have a job by the end of June, that I would move home in July. I tried and tried to find something- anything. I mean, I applied at places that I would never have applied had I not been so desperate. No matter though, because it seems no one wanted me as an employee; over-qualified or not. So I made plans to move back to Idaho. I gave my notice to my landlord, and started to mentally prepare myself for a move I absolutely I didn't want to make.
Did I start packing and actually preparing to leave? No. Why? Because I secretly hoped that a last minute miracle would come my way. I was in denial. I admit it. Time ticked ever onward. My little brother and his family came to visit me. They wanted to come while they still had a free place to stay.
My parents had purchased their tickets and the date for my move was set. The plan was for them to fly out and to rent a truck and drive home. After my brother's visit, I faced the inevitability of moving home and slowly (any by slowly I mean packing one box a day). I hate packing. I loath packing. Packing is an abomination in my eyes. I bragged to people whenever I completed another box.
Thursday night before I was to leave, my friend, Julie, called me with a job opportunity. Her boss was desperate for an assistant so she wanted my resume to forward on to him. I got it to her that night, he called me the next day and we set up an appointment for Monday. This threw a minor wrinkle in the plans because I had two farewell parties being held in my honor... I would have felt pretty stupid having the parties and then not actually leaving. But the parties were fun either way.
I was having a difficult time deciding what to do. Move home and save money? Or stay in Colorado and enjoy my independence and a new, good paying job? I set some requirements for the job and decided that if it did not meet them that I would not accept it if offered. The interview was Monday morning and my parents flew in shortly after. I dislike interviewing. I always come off an incompetent moron. No wonder I can't find a job.
Anyway, the job did not meet my requirements so after a lot of thought, prayed and other ingredients that go into making giant life changing decisions, I decided that moving to Idaho, though not my ideal, would be the best choice. I threw myself (and my parents) into the remaining packing. We got it all done, and the truck loaded- with the help of my beloved Dianne. I am out of the house and nearing the road- staying in a hotel with my parents before we hit the road tomorrow morning.
It turns out that my stress and indecision was unnecessary. I got a phone call back from the interviewer and they decided to go a different direction (work place code for, "You suck and we don't want to burden ourselves with your obvious lack of know-how.")
So, Westward Ho, the wagons! I'll be in Eye-dee-hoe for an undetermined amount of time- but hopefully not an overly extended stay. Oh dear Colorado, how I will miss thee.