I have some news. Some BIG news.
I got a fantastic new job — if I do say so myself — and Wilson and I are moving to Savannah, GA, in three weeks. Yes, three weeks.
I’m leaving Charlotte — the place where I’ve grown up, where my incredible family lives, where I have the best friends, where Wilson and I built our first house together as a couple — in pursuit of a new adventure.
Cue the tears.
Not that I know anything about life, but I feel like this is one of those turning points. I can feel the page turning, the wind blowing, the storm rolling in… The signs that change is here, change is happening, right at this very moment.
Funny fact about little ol’ me — I hate change.
Ever since I was a child I have resisted change. I cling to normalcy, to comfort, to control — I like knowing that my parents live just 20 minutes away and that Wilson and I can go over for dinner any night. I like knowing that when I go to the grocery store I’ll probably run into one of my friends. I like knowing my baby nieces are right down the road and I can watch them grow up. I like knowing that at the end of a bad day I can come home to our wonderful little house and be comforted by its warm welcome.
Change is such a polarizing enigma, but a necessary one — for me at least.
As the leader of the “I hate change” movement, I know deep down that I must push myself to pursue new things because change is the spark of growth. I could easily stay in my wonderful home, with my comfortable job, enjoying life with my amaze-balls husband. There is certainly nothing wrong with that — in fact it’s what I’ve always aspired to achieve one day. But I know that later in life I would look back at this time and think, Geez I was a Grade A wuss.
So I’m taking a chance. A big risk. And I’m pushing myself. I’m pushing myself to move forward in my career, to move to a place where I know ONE PERSON. Just writing that scares the shit out of me. I am pushing myself because from change comes growth, and from growth comes experience — and life is all about the experience.
Here’s another funny thing about life — again, not that I know anything about anything — but guess how I got my new job? From this blog. Silver Spoon Taste On a Plastic Fork Budget got me a job. My new boss is an SST reader — and she’s probably reading this now, hey C! — and she liked what she read, and now I have a new job.
Cue more tears.
I am SO happy, grateful, proud… But I couldn’t have done it without YOU.
So, without further ado, thank you. Thank you for reading this blog of mine. Because of your support, your readership and your kind words I have written this thing for almost a year now and will continue to write it for (hopefully) many more years. Because of you I have a new job. Because of you Wilson and I are starting a new chapter of our lives together. I’m so sappy right now, I can hardly stand myself.
I am so excited to share Wilson’s and my new adventure with all of you. Just think of all the new decorating projects I’ll have… Can’t wait to DIY the shit out of a new place.
We went from this:
And now we get to do it again.
If anyone knows anyone in Savannah or if anyone lives in Savannah and wants to be my friend, please let me know. I need friends! If you do have any references, please don’t send me anyone who doesn’t drink. I don’t want to scare them.
Well, now you know my big, life-changing news. Writing this diatribe of my incredibly mixed emotions has been oh-so therapeutic for me, so thank you for reading. But now I need a drink.
WHO WANTS TO HELP US MOVE!?!?! 🙂 🙂 🙂