I'm moving to San Francisco next week! At the end of March, a friend recommended me for a job out there. I interviewed with a couple people, did a writing test, and was offered the job about a week ago. Of course, the planner in me immediately started panicking, so I've spent the past week scrambling to wrap up some loose ends in Arkansas and finding a place to stay when I get there. I quickly discovered it's not the easiest thing in the world to find a place to live in a city that you're currently 2,000 miles away from, but I finally found a host on Airbnb for at least my first month there. Also, San Francisco is apparently really fucking expensive. More on that later.
Moving also means today was my last day hosting the radio show. My regular co-host texted me this morning to let me know he couldn't be there, but Frazier (the assistant station manager) got his friend, Traci, to come sit in with me. By the end of the show, Traci and I were chatting like old friends about those attachments for women that allow them to pee while standing up, so it all worked out. I'll miss the station, but I gotta say that the past nine months doing the show have been like a circus. Most weeks I never know what the hell is going on when I get there. I won't be off the audio waves for long, though, because me and one of my besties, Sam, are starting a podcast that's debuting next week. (iTunes link)
Tomorrow, I'm spending the day with my BFF of 10+ years, Elizabeth, but I'm not worried about us losing touch when I move. We've lived in separate states two other times in our lives and talked on the phone or texted nearly every day. I still expect it will be a sad farewell, though. When I moved to Philly at the end of 2008, Elizabeth was the last person I saw before I left. I'd specifically requested she wake up at some ridiculous hour of the morning just to come out and say goodbye before I drove off. You can really judge how good a friend is by how early they'll wake up for you.
Sunday (Mother's Day), I'll probably spend with my parents, and then I'll pack until Thursday when I fly out.
It's been a very short amount of time to process a lot of emotions. I'm sad to leave my parents and my BFF, and anxious about learning how a new city works, but I've done both of those things before and it's worked out. Life either works out or you die. Really only one of those two things can happen, right? I gave that advice to my sister recently and it didn't seem to comfort her like it does me.
Amidst* all the emotions, I'm mostly just excited to be starting the job. It sounds right up my alley, and I'm ready to work. I'm sure I'll write more on it later.
*Is "amidst" not a word? It has a red squiggly under it, but Google says it's a variation of "amid." Google also says people haven't used it much since 1850. I knew I wasn't up-to-date with what the kids are saying these days, but I didn't think I was that out of the loop.