Moving on. I’ve had to do it before, and now I’m doing it again.
Last week, I accepted the job offer of a lifetime. The position is still in my field – public relations – but is a whole new ballgame. In less than a month, I’ll be moving across the state of Pennsylvania. Life is about to change dramatically.
I have done something like this before. When I was 22, I moved to Washington, D.C., enrolled in graduate school, and got a job. A few years later (after a devastating and crushing breakup), I moved to Pittsburgh to be closer with my family. Now, I’ll be heading to New Jersey – but just 10 miles east of the Pennsylvania border.
I’d never anticipated another move. I thought I’d be comfortable growing in Pittsburgh, putting down roots and establishing myself. I’ve enjoyed the proximity to my family, even if I didn’t get to see them as much as I’d liked. In three years, this city was good to me.
But, at the same time, I began growing stagnant and complacent in this town. I know this happens throughout life, and so I tried filling those voids. I gave myself more assignments at work. I engaged with bookmaking more seriously. I even sought out a new dwelling, something that could better feel like mine. Some of those projects filled the holes, but not completely.
Add to that a long-distance relationship. I had never intended on falling in love with a man who lived across the state. But we don’t plan things, do we?
And so, I am welcoming a new journey. While I will miss this fine city, I know that this is the time for me to grow – both professionally and personally. Like any transition, things may be a little rocky at first, but I know I’ll land on my feet. I am blessed to have this unique opportunity.
I know a big and wonderful challenge is waiting on the other side, and I can’t wait to get there.
A new Nine to Five.
A new time to balance.