So most of you know that I am moving to Philly. The date is official now–August 15th we head out. Or maybe the 14th- don’t remember; W keeps track of these things and patiently reminds me–or I gsearch my email. BUT it is official!
This is fun and exciting but scary. I am signing away my future earnings for self-improvement (ie nursing school). ALOT of my future earnings. When I got the letter that said $68,000 it was scary. I knew it beforehand because I have been thinking of nursing for the past 3 years but seeing it written in one sum is shocking.
You know what else is scary- trying to find someone to give you it. I know the school helps with this but I have to convince a lender that I will make it through a very short, intense school and then pay back this crazy amount of money with my skillz. They have to invest in me! I have to invest in me! That is scary; very doable and I am confident but I have never had this responsibility before. When you buy a house there is something physical to show for it. Here it is only me- a very cool and hopefully new-improved-me, but still just me…me with access to needles hahahaha…Wait! Seriously though…scary.
Another thing that is scary- I am moving across the country…with W! W and me alone in a car and then new city. I heart W, and W hearts me but I have not done this with someone before- not even the driving portion. But I think W and I are pretty good together- we fight about stupid things but all-in-all we believe in the same things: tv, politics, food, exercise, and having fun.
The last thing that is scary for me is leaving my beloved PDX. I heart PDX and not because it has cupcakes, bike lanes, and trendy coffee but because it has been a place of solace and support through some hard times. I am not just talking about family- my family is awesome but the actual city. I don’t think I could have survived without roaming around downtown in highschool thinking I was a badass. I was a badass with my sagging pants and satin gold boxers and red patent vans and bleached and/or colored hair. It was even better when I came home during summers of college- sleeping for days. It was best when I came back the last time and made it my home independent of my family. I love biking through neighborhoods and walking across the Broadway bridge in the evening (I text pictures to W of the sunset almost every Wednesday when I walk home- he likes them). I will probably be back but even so- I will miss you PDX.
So on to Philly…The countdown begins (2.5 months give or take). I think Philly will be a favorite city too…just slightly behind PDX.