… that I'm moving to New York at the end of the month out there.
(Okay, for starters I should mention this entry and the last 5 or so were written in past tense I’ve already moved to New York, but I had neglected my blog and I wanted to tell the story in the order things happened and putting at the end of the month might sound like I‘m moving soon, but in fact I already have moved so, forgive the messed up timeline. )
Harder actually than making the decision was telling my friends. I know I can’t base my whole life around what my friends are doing, but many of these people have been my support system for the better part of the last 4 years and a good chunk the better part of the last 8 years, so it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.
After talking to my roommate/good friend B, and Hungiemuffin I started talking to everyone else.
I started with the friend who told me to make a decision about what I wanted, I don’t think he believed I was going anywhere because I change my mind like I change my socks.
Moved on to friend who if I had to be honest on some level I followed to LA, and who had heard me threaten for years that I was going back to NY, when he was actually extremely supportive of my actually well thought plan, I knew I was making the right decision.
I told a few friends I was thinking about it at a bar one night, and while they were a bit sad to see me go, I don’t think they really thought I was going anywhere yet.
Then the month of August went on. And I still hadn’t told but a handful of people that I was actually going, I think on some level I too was in shock and afraid to actually say the words out loud because, what if for some reason I chickened out and didn’t go? What if at the last minute a job came through in LA and I found yet another reason to stay just a little longer? No, I wasn’t saying a word.
Then one night, about 3.5 weeks before I was set to roll out, I bumped into an entire group of friends at bar one night, and since I hadn’t see anyone for awhile, and I again if I had to be honest since I had been avoiding everyone for awhile we played catch up… and my big secret came out.
Now, news in the Ithaca alumni community travels faster than DP dough through an IC students digestive system (and us IC kids know that is faaaaaaast) so after I spilled the beans to some friends at a bar, I knew it was time to put it on Facebook.
An announcement was made and a date for my roommate B and my “house cooling” party was set. And I started to tell many other people, because the more people I told the more real it became. And hell if were going to throw a party, I was really going and there was no turning back now.
So, I started telling a few more people and asking for help in finding work on the east coast in my chosen field and help getting closer to the job I’ve always wanted. I started applying to jobs on the east coast and even had a few phone calls back. Life was really setting me up for the move east.
It was sad telling people I was leaving and it was even sadder still leaving people behind. But in true Ithaca College party fashion, the “house cooling/going away a party” was a big… BOUNCE!
It was weird saying goodbye to people that night, because normally it’s just a hey I’ll see you next week, and this time it wasn’t really goodbye, still more of a I’ll see you later type deal, but it was weird because I had no idea when the next time I would see some of these people again. Sad, but still things hadn’t actually set in yet.
The day after the party, I put myself in my room with a hangover, that doesn’t happen hardly ever so I guess I was long over due. I said goodbye to a couple of people that night post hangover and it was sad, but it still hadn’t dawned on me what that really meant till days later.
The day before I left was the longest day ever, I had so much to get done and clean and pack up in my car, and people still wanted to see me. I was tired cranky and just wanted to not go anywhere, or see anyone. It was a very stressful day, but I got through it by a little help from my friends. I said goodbye to the rest of everyone that night, saving some of the people I was closest to for last because I really hate saying goodbye to those people (every time I say goodbye to Hungiemuffin it’s a very long time before I see her again, and I always always always cry like a baby L ) but again I did it. I put my feelings out there to the people I loved.
So… The news was out, applications were out, I put my futon, tv stand and mattress out on Craigslist, selling the first two items, I put many of my clothes that were too big and items that wouldn't fit in my car out into the world of Goodwill, I purchased cat carriers and leashes for the kitties and I had a route all planned out, I had a road trip buddy picked out and… it was time for me to get out.
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