It's mostly about me, but I added a relationship trigger just in case.
my SO just got a really, really good offer, so it looks like we'll be moving to Philly at the end of the month. It's so exciting, but scary at the same time. A whole new city, a whole new state. It was a big deal to me just to move the 40 miles upstate I did when we first started living together, only two months ago and now...wow. It's weird, I feel so grown up anymore. I'm busy ALL the time and I'm saying things like "You need to call that place, because they're check hasn't cleared." Who says stuff like that? My MOTHER says stuff like that! It's funny, but at the same time sometimes I just look at my life and it's like WHOA! Where did all this come from??
Three months ago I was living with my sister, her boyfriend, my mom, and their dog with my son in a two bedroom apartment earning 6.85 (seven after Ohio raised the minimum wage) an hour. Matt and I shared a bed both because cosleeping is fun and cozy, but also because there was no room for his bed.
I'm not saying I had it worse than anyone else, just pointing out that things are very different than what they used to be. I kinda never thought this would happen. If we go back a full year, there were some pretty tragic BR posts I was making. It's hard to believe how far I've come in just one single year. It's kind of opened my eyes to the fact that you really can't tell what's going to happen, even in a short time. When you're at your lowest, things can turn around in as little as a day. It's the strangest thing.
And I've run way off topic here, the point is I'm moving to philadelphia. I never imagined I'd end up there, but I'm excited and looking forward to it. Let's hope I find work with the quickness!