Well, it's happening. I am moving to DC in a little over two weeks! I'm still having a little bit of trouble letting it sink in that this is it. this is my real life. I got a job at Ketchum PR which I am incredibly excited/nervous/anxious about. This summer, interning at Weber in Atlanta, I have met some of my most favorite people in the world and will not be happy to leave. Not even a little. My Ketchum coworkers are going to have a LOT to live up to. Even though this is an internship and not a "real" job, everyone here has been welcoming, patient and helpful. Not to mention they are really fun and young and hilarious. Today, my boss decided she will set me up with her cousin. He is 42. This is bad.
I still really might cry next week when I leave (hopefully without a stalker 42-year-old). I realize this is just a job, but the people here are friends now and I'm sad to leave. I'm also sad to leave my family and friends, but know this is something I am meant to do and really need to go out and see someplace new. I will end up back in Atlanta, I have no doubt, but for a while I'll be attempting to make it work in DC.
After an entire year of worrying and dreaming and thinking, I have finally made a real decision and am sticking with it. Crazy. I don't know if I ever thought I'd live in DC, but here I go anyway. Crazy. I'm homeless and have no real plan other than a job right now. Crazy. I have never jumped like this, without knowing every little detail of my life and planning every step, but this is a true test of my character and my motivation. Here goes! I really do need your thoughts and prayers that everything will work out. And also you must come visit. I repeat: you must come visit.
That is all.