Today is my last Monday at this job. I have been here for almost 3 years and most of the time I have absolutely loved it, but then things started changing. I work at a non-profit and every six months there were layoffs and budgets crises. There was no where to be promoted to and there was no funding for anything even looking like a performance based raise. But I got pregnant, so I knew that I had to stay put. So I commuted the 1.5-2 hours every day while I was pregnant. I tried to make the best of it and took the train, trying to convince myself that the train was a blast!
I came back to work part-time. Still commuting. Still stagnant career-wise. So I started applying for new jobs in January. After three rounds of maybe’s and interviews with companies that didn’t work out, one finally came through. Proving right the thing I kept telling myself “The right job will work out. If this one doesn’t work out, it wasn’t the right one for me.”
A week from today I start a new job. Full-time, but only 8 minutes from my house. The pay is significantly better, the perks boggle my mind, and I am pumped. I will be doing Marketing Operations for a team that is part of Boston Scientific. Miles will stay in the day care he is at now until summer comes, then Mike gets to spend the summer 1-on-1 with Miles. In the fall we’ll be able to afford to send him to the best damn day care I could find. It’s so nice that when I saw pictures online and thought to myself “Miles could really go here”, I cried. This job is huge for our family. A career change with so much room for growth and promotions. I am so excited and nervous and mostly pinching myself that it’s happening.
Mike and I have been saying that AS SOON as I get a new job we wanted to turn a corner of our living room into a space for Miles. His things have been haphazardly hanging out all over the apartment, mostly in the way. So we celebrated the new job this past weekend by moving my desk and computer out of the living room and getting a few things to make the corner “Bubs Corner” (We call Miles Bubs, I’ve mentioned that right?). When I got back from the store with the supplies Miles was napping so we got to set it all up without him knowing about it.
My brain is full of prancing unicorns, twinkle lights, and fireworks. Did I mention the unicorns are playing double-dutch? They totally are. How’s THAT for a mental image on a Thursday morning. Good? Ok.
New Boy has been making me CD’s, and this song was on the latest. I absolutely LOVE it. I love anything with strings I suppose, well done Mister. Well done. (He needs a better pseudonym…. working on it.)
Umm, hi. So, there’s a boy and I am smitten. This weekend was an intense whirlwind of amazing and I am trying to put it into words while doing it justice… but I am failing miserably at describing what it feels to have a normal night catch on fire. Sigh. So, here’s what I know… Day 3. This post is brought to you by the bullet point.
I am thinking about him all the time. He is thinking about me all the time. How do I know this you ask? Because we unabashedly tell each other all the time how much we like each other and how much we think about each other. Swoon.
He knows all about THIS (I’m gesturing wildly at the whole of the internet) and he digs it. He also learned the hard way that I can tell when people are reading my archives, at 4:30am on a Sunday morning. Opps.
We tease each other mercilessly, and every time he does it, I like him more.
He does this thing with his thumb on my chin when we kiss that MELTS ME.
He geeks out just about as hardcore as I do. When he geeks out he rambles and his eyes dance. I would like my life to be full of that.
He’s taking everything I am telling him and filing it away. I’ve never had anyone put so much effort into knowing all the facts so quickly. Last night, he described my eyes in detail: complete with the amber flecks around my pupils.
He makes me nervous, and then he calls me out on having sweaty hands.
He made me a mixed CD… and that’s when I learned he draws hearts like a blind person. Which may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
We are simultaneously SO SIMILAR in how we think and process life, while also being almost completely different in interests. I am loving all the middle ground we have been finding though.
He tells it like it is. No games. No guessing. I leave him knowing when I will see him next. It is the easiest thing I have ever done, easy as breathing.
My hand feels at home in his.
We already have a song. I played it on repeat all morning.