I have to be honest with you guys: I've been keeping a secret. I haven't washed my hair since Monday. Actually that's not it. I mean, that's true, but that's not The Secret. The Secret is this:
I know what you're thinking. "But Juliette, you just announced this a month ago. We already know." I should probably phrase it differently: I'm moving again. When I told you a month ago that I would be moving in with my parents I told you I wasn't sure what the next step would be. Would I live on my own? With a roommate? Stay with my parents for a while? The truth is, I sort of knew what my next step was at that point, but it wasn't solidified so I didn't blog about it. But now my decision has been made and I'm ready to blast it all over the internet and let you all know something that's making me equal parts excited and nervous: I'm moving almost 300 miles away from my family so I can be closer to Keith.
When Keith and I started dating, we knew that if things got serious I would have to move down to his area eventually. Well, "eventually" is in three weeks. Twenty-one days. October 17th. It's still kind of hard to believe, but today I'm giving my boss my notice so I'm pretty sure that will make it seem waaaay more real.
I can't tell you how excited I am. We've never lived close enough to each other that I could say, "I'm coming over," and be there in under 10 minutes. We've always had to plan our weekends in advance and there's always been an "end point" to our visits that both of us would dread. But now? Now we can watch Jeopardy nightly so he doesn't have to have 25 episodes saved on his DVR that we have to binge watch when we're together. Now we can see each other in person instead of having to set up time to Skype a few times a week. Now I can get a cat and keep it at his house (he keeps telling me I can't but let's be real: I'm going to).
But I'm nervous. I'm nervous because I don't have a job. That's why I've been begging you for clicks (clickclick), because I'm going to be living off of savings until I find something. I know I know, you're probably judging me for moving without a job, but you know what? It will work out. Things always work out, and I have confidence that this is the right decision.
To sum things up, basically I'm feeling the way Harry Burns felt on New Year's Eve.