What's done is done...
Last Monday, April 7th I put my two weeks notice in at work, Friday April 18th was supposed to be my last day at the weld shop. That didn't work out so well, yesterday, at the end of my shift I quit 3 days early. Quite frankly, I just couldn't keep my mind on my work well enough to get the kind of numbers that I needed to get. Every time that I put my helmet down, or have a moment to think, my mind would race. I kept thinking, re-thinking, and re-thinking yet again about all of the many things that I need to do do and get done before I move to Chicago. The shop foreman appreciated my honesty, he and his boss both wished me luck. I can even still go back and work there again should the unlikely happen and things don't work out for me in Chicago.
The rest of this week will give me a few extra days to get some things organized and taken care of, it will also give me a few extra days to hang out with some of my friends, should they choose to take advantage of the opportunity. I am down for hanging out, you just have to let me know that you want to, and when and where. I expect that I will be moving near the end of next week, or next weekend. Some of that will depend on when, or I guess if, I can get a hand with a few two person sized items that I need to get moved. 1 couch (NOT a hide-a-bed kind mind you, a dresser, a book shelf, and a work bench. It's not the weight of these items that make them two person moves, its getting items of their size down 2 flights of stairs that's a problem. Help would be greatly appreciated, and I'm sure we can work out a form of reasonable compensation as well. ;-D
While I'm on the topic of moving, I don't mind admitting that there is a part of me that is amazingly petrified right now. I have honestly not ever stepped so far out side of my comfort zone as I am about to, not by a long shot. It's not that I am afraid that I will fail or not survive. Just in case you haven't been keeping score, I am a survivor after all. What I'm afraid of is that all of this will be for nothing. That I will go through this whole crazy process of dropping everything that I have here so that I can move there to try and find a better, happier life for myself, only to have things suck there as much there as they do for me here. It's not a very pleasant group of thoughts in my head, though I have so far managed to keep them under control.
In telling the various people that I know about my moving to Chicago, I have come to realize that you don't always realize just how much you effect the people around you. There have been several people who have unexpectedly given me a hug for the first time, and have told me how much they are going to miss me. Sure, you expect that sort of thing from the people you hang out with on the regular, not that it is any less appreciated mind you. It's just a bit odd to find that some people feel that way about you, especially when you didn't really have any idea that that's how it was until right then.
The rest of this week will give me a few extra days to get some things organized and taken care of, it will also give me a few extra days to hang out with some of my friends, should they choose to take advantage of the opportunity. I am down for hanging out, you just have to let me know that you want to, and when and where. I expect that I will be moving near the end of next week, or next weekend. Some of that will depend on when, or I guess if, I can get a hand with a few two person sized items that I need to get moved. 1 couch (NOT a hide-a-bed kind mind you, a dresser, a book shelf, and a work bench. It's not the weight of these items that make them two person moves, its getting items of their size down 2 flights of stairs that's a problem. Help would be greatly appreciated, and I'm sure we can work out a form of reasonable compensation as well. ;-D
While I'm on the topic of moving, I don't mind admitting that there is a part of me that is amazingly petrified right now. I have honestly not ever stepped so far out side of my comfort zone as I am about to, not by a long shot. It's not that I am afraid that I will fail or not survive. Just in case you haven't been keeping score, I am a survivor after all. What I'm afraid of is that all of this will be for nothing. That I will go through this whole crazy process of dropping everything that I have here so that I can move there to try and find a better, happier life for myself, only to have things suck there as much there as they do for me here. It's not a very pleasant group of thoughts in my head, though I have so far managed to keep them under control.
In telling the various people that I know about my moving to Chicago, I have come to realize that you don't always realize just how much you effect the people around you. There have been several people who have unexpectedly given me a hug for the first time, and have told me how much they are going to miss me. Sure, you expect that sort of thing from the people you hang out with on the regular, not that it is any less appreciated mind you. It's just a bit odd to find that some people feel that way about you, especially when you didn't really have any idea that that's how it was until right then.