This is mostly supposed to be a writing blog. (Mostly.) But I'm working toward 2015 being a year of significant change for me, and I want to talk about that for a bit. Starting, as it should, with some backstory:
I'm originally from southern California. I went to college at UC Santa Barbara, met two of my best friends there, and a year after I graduated, I moved with them to Vermont. Hell of a change, I tell you - living in the state that invented the term "sub-70 weather" for nearly 23 years and then heading to a place with winters that drop past zero? Actual zero, not just below freezing? Two years of that was enough, so we packed up and moved to Albuquerque, where I've lived since then.
After nearly ten years here, my friends moved back to CA, the end of a long story that's not mine to tell but only bears telling if alcohol's involved. I thought about moving with them again, but after taking some time to consider, I decided I didn't want to go back to California. I then spent the next year hunting for a job where I really want to go:
The astute among you will note that I've said that I'm still in Albuquerque, which gives an indication of how that job hunt has been going. It's a lot like my search for an agent, I might say. I think that still being in NM is a disadvantage, though; someone who's hiring wants an employee who can start next week, not next month. After giving it a year, I decided that was more than enough.
So, I'm moving to Seattle, job or not. The planned exodus date is at the end of March. And just typing that freaks me the hell out.
I've been purging my apartment of everything I don't need - you accumulate a lot over nearly eleven years in one place, believe me - and I've started searching for a moving company as well. The apartment search begins in earnest this coming weekend. There's a lot to do, and it's really stressing me out. This is the first time I've moved completely by myself. And while I have friends and family in Seattle, I can't ask them to drop everything and travel over a thousand miles just to help me move. So it's on me, all of it.
Despite the stress and fear, though, I'm excited about this. I've been to Seattle before - my friend there and I went skydiving to celebrate our 30th birthdays - and I love the area. It's also one of the geekiest cities in the country, which is always good. I just keep telling myself that this is a good thing, and it'll all be worth it, even if I'm freaking out about it now.
So, yeah. That's my major plan for 2015: getting the hell out of the desert. I'd also like to find a job I enjoy, write at least two books, and get one of those books to a point where I can start submitting to agents again. (I've never been good at thinking small.) Here's hoping it all works out, one way or another.
Wish me luck. O_o