This is the month I move 300 miles away. You're definitely going to get sick of reading about it and I'm probably going to get sick of writing about it, but I'm still going to do it because I can't really think about anything else. I've been thinking about my move so much that I had forgotten that tonight I'm driving down to Keith's house to stay until Sunday. Tomorrow I'm going to traipse all over the mountain towns and barge into small business and say "HIRE ME PLZZZZZ" and that's my grand plan for finding a new job. Other than that he and I are going to catch up on The Blacklist, Revenge, Gotham, Jeopardy, and watch football and baseball. I'm mostly excited about baseball because MY DODGERS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS. SUCK IT. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high though because the same thing happened last year and I was basically in a deep depression for like two weeks after we lost to the stupid Cardinals (SHUT UP MELANIE) and I can't handle that kind of disappointment this year.
My move is public knowledge. I mean, I haven't posted an official announcement on Facebook, but that's largely because I restrict my Facebook activity to posting pictures of my niece. And also stalking everybody. Like, I'll click on the page of a friend from college and then see somebody who looks familiar so I'll click on her page, then I see her brother and I wonder if he knows my brother, so I get to his page, then before you know it I'm on the page of my grade school piano teacher's second cousin's husbands pet. It's creepy but I'll never stop.
Fun fact, sometimes Keith will tell me things from the four years that we were apart and I'll be like, "Oh yeah, I remember when you posted about that on Facebook." And then he gets weirded out and I'll be like, "I also remember when you made a status about eating beef stroganoff while watching The Walking Dead, and as I'm writing this I'm kind of amazed that I didn't creep him out of the relationship.
ANYWAY. So people know that I'm moving. People know why I'm moving. And people have been making me feel exceptionally guilty over it. I know they're not doing it on purpose and that they are genuinely happy for me, but that's how it's making me feel. Let's just explore some of this guilt, shall we?
So basically my world consists of conflicting emotions, job searching, and packing. It's super fun, guys. Oh also it consists of asking you to go to this post and click the links because two weeks from today is my last day at my job and I'm a little freaked out about that and the bigger my cushion is, the better. THANKS YOU ARE THE BEST.
I'll repay you in v-blogs from Keith and myself. And I'm sure his dogs will make several appearances. Love you mean it.