Next?

Now that the dust has settled, the enormity of what I’ve done is really hitting me.  I’ve moved across the country, coast to coast, 3300 miles, by myself.  That’s a HUGE thing and even though I’ve lived in Seattle, I feel like I’m experiencing culture shock all over again.

A relationship of over five years has ended and all the feelings that come along with that huge lifestyle change are surfacing.

My financial safety net of my job is opening up holes in itself, having been told my transfer would be for a full time position and once here only being scheduled 12-16 hours a week is not sustainable. 

I’ve applied for jobs at my former Seattle employer, but have yet to be called for an interview.  I know the holidays are a tough time to get hired and even as I hold knowledge that I’ll be called, doubt slowly creeps in. 

My new apartment is super cute, unpacked and organized.  I have my own parking spot, a real bonus in Seattle and love it!  Knowing that I’m all I have to depend on to pay the rent is slowly becoming daunting.

I know that change is hard and requires an adjustment period and being that I’ve changed everything about my life I expected this period to be full of vacillating emotions.  Dealing with them as they surface is sometimes easier than not. 

Universe, I’ve trusted, gone in the direction I felt I was being led and am hoping your safety net isn’t going to let me fall.  I believe everything happens for a reason and change is hard and brings all kinds of emotions.  I fully believe in “this or something better.”  As I sift through the emotions, I’m open to the something better in whatever form it may come.