*Insert that cheesy 80's song by Europe* If you don't know what song I'm talking about, then I'm just old!
It's official... we are moving to Utah. Sooner than expected, we are outta here on June 27! We were planning to move next June, but for us, the right time is now. We are going to stay with my Dad until we secure jobs and can find our own place. I'm certainly not proud to say that I am 35 years old and having to live with my Dad, but I'm so lucky that he is allowing us to do so until we get on our feet. There are a lot of things that I will miss about California, but I am so excited to be back in Utah where my family and friends are. I'm sure once we are moved, my blog will consist of new and exciting updates about my Dad's cat kicking my little dog's ass.
I've started looking for work, and if the right opportunity comes along for me, I will move now. I will hate to leave David, but you have to do what it takes. He gave his work his notice last week. They were shocked and sad, but understanding.
I left my job in March and have been doing Wildtree in the meantime. It's been a nice break from the 9 to 5 thing I've been doing for the last 15 years. It's been therapeutic to have some time to myself and to meet new people, but it's time to dive into a new job. I'm hoping, praying and wishing on stars that I get a job that I applied for at the University of Utah. It would be a dream job... so everyone cross your fingers for me!
In the next few weeks, I'm sure I'll have lots of stories about crap I've accumulated in the 10 years I've been in California, coupled with cardboard boxes, bubble wrap and packing nightmares.
Ugh... pass the wine.