And things keep rolling on ...

Jul 26, 2008 10:56

Well, it's official. I got the job. I've felt like I've been in a holding pattern for several months now, just waiting to see if I'm staying or going ... and now that I know, it's like I've gone from 0 to Mach 10 in seconds. It's good and it's sad and I'm excited and nauseous all at the same time.

I had an argument with my mom last night about when I should move out. They say they can come get me as soon as this next weekend ... And in some cases, I'm really okay with that. I mean, the faster I get out there, the better my chances for finding an apartment and trying to get arranged and settled before I start work, right? I mean, I'm apparently starting on the 18th. But at the same time, even though all I really have to do here is throw some stuff in boxes and put it all in a truck, I'm leaving a great roommate behind, and I have hardly any time to say goodbye to anyone. I mean, I don't know who's around and whether I'd be able to get anyone together in over a week, much less two days, so I just don't know ... It's almost like I want to run away as fast as I can, just to get away from the emotion of it all.

Bleh. Heh. I don't know. It's funny, how I've felt for so long that I doubted I would ever go back to Colorado, and then one of the very few instances in which I would just sprung up out of nowhere. Funny and amazing. I hope I do well. And maybe in a few years, I'll move on, move away again, do other things. But for now, I'm gonna enjoy being back where I grew up, being in a place I love and working on something I really love at a great place.

This really is going to be fantastic, I think. And maybe I'll hate it at times, and there will probably be the usual craziness and politics and such ... But in the end? I think it'll be fantastic. Home, friends, familiarity, and theatre. What could be better, really? So, then, a poem. Read it as you will, but it's kinda how I'm feeling right now.

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

dctc, home, job, colorado

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