And let me just start by saying that not much is actually happening! It's been almost 4 months since I quit my job from hell and I do NOT regret quitting at all. But I am starting to go stir-crazy. It's usually around this time that it starts to kick in. I am not a stranger to being unemployed. I have probably spent as much or more time being unemployed than employed over the last 2 years. I have come to both love and hate it.
Currently I'm not even looking for a job because I would need to request a week off in March anyway since I'm finally going to pursue getting my mammography license and NO ONE is going to tell me not to again (*ahem* last job). Getting my mammo license has been something I've been wanting to do for a while now, especially since working graves in a nightmare of an ER, that experience really pushed me to do what I need to do to ensure I don't ever have to do that again. Definitely not for me! But boobs on the other hand, I think I can. And to be honest, I'm pursuing mammo because of the hours I'd most likely be working: weekdays.
Brian has been slowly coming closer and closer to landing a transfer of his current job to a position in Pennsylvania and I am really hoping this is our chance to move. I know I have my hopes up pretty high that this will be the job, but I can't help it. Every time he calls I answer the phone as if he has huge news to tell me. I'm just waiting for that moment. As soon as he says the word, I'll be ready to start packing. I miss my family and the town in PA we're looking at is only 2 hours away from them. To be that close and able to drive home on any weekend is a luxury I haven't had in over 12 years. Though I'm not so sure how I'm going to survive a snowy winter without freezing my California-softened ass off!
I feel like I'm at the end of my rope with apartment living. I have it set in my head that any property we look at in PA or wherever we end up, will have at least a few acres between my house and any neighbors. If not, I don't even want to look at it. I'm dead serious. Car alarms, kids crying, stomping up and down the stairs, loud cheering at the tv, nosy people, people staring at you, smells of people's cooking, people scared of my dogs, the non-stop drone of traffic, light pollution at night, solicitors. It's suffocating! I feel like I can't breathe and I can't be myself without having some person always looking at me.
--Begin solicitor vent--
And I feel kind of shitty with myself for nearly shoving a solicitor off my invisible apartment stoop. I seriously get so enraged that I start to raise my voice and ask them if they saw the 'no soliciting' sign near the entrance of the complex, complete with slamming the door in their face. I usually don't answer the door, but for some reason last week I did which was a mistake I regretted as soon as I turned the lock. We must have had two solicitors in the last week. Doesn't sound like a lot, but when it's dinner time and my dogs start freaking out because of some harsh knocking on the door it makes my stomach clench and I loose all self control. If I wanted to buy some stupid magazine or whatever, I will go to the store for it. So not only do they invade my privacy, but I'm left feeling like a dick when they leave because of the way I acted.
--Solicitor vent over. Sorry! --
Anyway, I feel like I have no privacy. It's time to move already. I'm sure having a house will bring on a whole new slew of problems, but I am so ready for the ones I have now to disappear. I'm going to be 30 in a few weeks and it's time to finally start this next chapter in our lives.
So there you have it! That was a lot of rambling but it's basically what's going on in my head. I'm just really looking forward to moving on with our lives and being closer to family, having a steady job that I actually like, and start to put down our roots (cheesy, but it's the truth). I enjoyed living in California up until this point, and still do don't get me wrong. I will especially miss the amazingly mild weather the most (it's February and in the 70s for God's sake). It was a great learning experience to be on our own so far away for so long. But this chapter is coming to a close and I'm looking forward to ending the feeling of limbo I've been stuck in.
It's nice to get an update on what you guys are up too. So exciting that you're going for your mammo license, I really hope you love it. PA is gorgeous, and it should be easy to find a decently-priced house that isn't super close to other people, depending on where you move (Philly and Pittsburgh will be pricier, obviously). Just make sure you get your heat covered if you rent. Winters there aren't as rough as in Maine or New Hampshire...they're slightly more mild, at least in my experience.
ReplyDeleteGood for you for wanting to continue your education! I wish you the best :) Also, moving to a new place is SO exciting so I really hope that happens for you! Apartment living is not fun, and I'm also aching for a real house sooner than later. p.s. Your pup is so stinking cute!!
ReplyDeleteYes, good for you for doing what you want to! I am so glad to hear you are doing well. We had solicitors at both my house & my boyfriends house. I opened the door both times...never again! lol
ReplyDeleteThe east coast would love to have you! :) :)
I agree with everything the other commenters have said. Also--while California will miss you, I also am turning 30 this year and YEARN to go home (in my case, to Oregon). It hurts my heart to be away these days, and I can't imagine having kids away from my mother. It just seems cruel somehow!
ReplyDeleteIf it makes you feel any better I literally shouted "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" at a guy at my work the other day. To be fair he was absolutely scaring me and being what I saw as sexually aggressive, but still. Who yells something like that at their work? Wow.
ReplyDeleteLife changes are always exciting. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. I totally understand the feeling of suffocating in an apt. There is no way I could live that way. I hope everything works out great.
ReplyDeleteI must say, it would be weird to never have winter! Lol. You'll probably love being back in your old stomping grounds (as my mom would say). Don't feel bad for yelling at the solicitors either - they're a rather annoying breed of people, if you ask me. Especially the ones who (pretend they) can't read the NO SOLICITING signs.
ReplyDeleteAt my old job, sometimes when they came in, I'd look at them blankly, then look out the window at the "No Soliciting" sign, then back to them, and be like, "Oh yup... the sign's still there. No Soliciting." Lol. They'd usually be appropriately embarrassed, but a few would try the old trick of, "Oh I'm not soliciting, I'm offering you a great opportunity!!" Sooo annoying when they start in with the used-car-saleman voice! But I digress...