This is the first time in three weeks that I’ve been able to sit down and not feel like the world was spinning four times faster than normal while I sat in the corner stuffing Oreo’s into my mouth and watched. One of my five “Best Life” challenges this year was to work on my career. After standing in the unemployment line for a little over 8 months, I promised myself that I would get back on a career track so that I could be the successful person that I want to be. Well, I approached the tracks and hopped on that train and woke up in LA. OK, it was a little more labored than that…
In November, my recruiter approached me with an opportunity to work for an advertising agency in Los Angeles. I was hesitant at first, but after thinking about it, decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a stab at a position out of state since nothing was coming to fruition in The Pacific Northwest. I’ve always wanted to live in LA, but never wanted to move on a whim, so when this opportunity presented itself and I found out who the client was (hint: it’s a very famous fruit) I jumped. Three months later and two “I’m sorry, but the position has been filled’s” I got call to come down for an interview. I met with seven people at the agency including the president and left feeling really good about things. Then I found out (for the third time) that the position wasn’t going to work out – this time because of budgetary issues.
After all the back and forth and the emotional ups and downs I decided that things happened for a reason and that I should just finish out my contract at my then current employer and see what would happen next. Of course, I then got a call saying that things had changed and the job was mine if I wanted. My emotions ran the gamut. Happy – sad, excited – nervous, freaked out – ecstatic – you name it. I found out on February 15th that there would be an offer coming, got the offer on the 18th, put my notice in on the 19th, last day was on March 5th and I left my home on Monday the 8th. My mom and I drove down on Monday, got to LA Tuesday morning and started looking for apartments immediately. Found a place on Wednesday, got the keys Sunday and I started work on Monday. WHIRLWIND!
This has been the biggest change in my life since I moved to Seattle from University Place (40 minute drive) to go to college. My stuff arrived last Saturday and I was sure that once I unpacked it would hit me that this is home, but for some reason it’s only slowly sinking in. I actually don’t really feel like I have a home – just that I’m in this weird in-between state. I’m sure it’ll take some – a lot – of getting used to, but I’m looking forward to what this has to offer and hopeful that it’s everything I thought it would be. Maybe this will continue to jump start my “best life challenge” – get my body in shape (’cause I swear no one down here does anything but work out and wear tank tops), get some debt taken care of, read a few books and pick up a hobby (if the 60+ hour work weeks don’t kill me first).
All-in-all, I’m confident in my decision to make this change – nervous and a little unsure of my footing at times – but confident. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without the support from my friends and family, who encouraged me every step of the way. I miss them more and more each day, but take comfort in the fact that they are only a short plane-ride away. So – friends and family, if you read this, thank you. I appreciate you more than you know.
LA readers, I have a few friends down here, but would love some suggestions on places to go/things to do.