Ah, relief. That bubbling in my gut is over. I have decided to move out of the Shire and in with good friends right outside of downtown Denver. This is going to be a great thing for me. No more herbal medicine in the basement, no more sloppy kitchen, no more disrespect.
My discussion with HDN about leaving went better than I could have ever imagined. I'd rather try and keep him as a friend than hate him as a roommate. Not a good combo.
So I'm outta here before the end of the year, and I'm drawing a line in the sand as well. While the statistics I've shown you all may be considered depressing, and my discussions of HDN and the Oscar Meyer Shire may baffle you, all my discussions with other friends have dawned a light on something I haven't done yet.
When have I said that it's enough? I haven't given Denver a drop dead date. Here I am in my 17th month of a job search, and I haven't put a point on a calendar to say, 'Enough', or 'It's time'. Well, that point on the calendar is now there.
If nothing happens in Denver by the end of March (or April-hey, I haven't decided yet, let me move first!), then I'm gone. I have no idea where just yet. Could be back east, could be west. Wherever the road takes me, I suppose.
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