A brand new day

I just had a flashback to when I heard I was moving to the left coast.

My landlord was selling my house. He had told us at the beginning of December, and said we had the month to move out. I was really sad. I loved that place. It was a cute little 2 bedroom with a finished basement as my bedroom. It had a nice big yard, and was walkable to public transit. I had a lot of memories in that house, too. I'd been living there a year and a half or two years.

So since I was single, depressed, and having to move, I started applying for jobs here. I figured if I had to move, I'd move big.

I was standing in my living room with a friend of mine packing up my books from the bookshelf. There were boxes from my roommate everywhere. It was a sunny, cool afternoon. The light was really bright in the house, and I was feeling pretty good. Suddenly, my phone rang. "Hello, this is Anne." And then she told me. "We'd like to offer you a position and give you moving expenses."

I accepted, hung up the phone, and started jumping up and down. "I'm moving!" I kept yelling. I remember being so damn excited! It was the best feeling - I had a job, and I was finally moving someplace I'd always wanted to live.

I feel like that now - just waiting for the phone call to come. I'm nervous, and hoping to jump up and down in my living room again, but this time because I'm going home.