everything.

Okay. So I feel like tons have happened in the last week.

Last Tuesday, I got an interview and job from the temp agency I’ve been working with.  I started on Wednesday and have been full-time since then.  But, that evening (oh, timing), I got an email inviting me for an interview with a local non-profit that I’d applied to.  So Wednesday, after my first day of work, I drove on out to interview, half-dead, honestly.  And I thought the interview went well, but wasn’t sure, of course.

This week, Monday, I was offered the job, and I accepted.  So next week, Monday, I’m starting work as an administrative assistant at a non-profit that primarily works with developmentally disabled adults.  I’m really excited.

Then, yesterday, I got an email from Barry from WND, a very nice email, letting me know that I wasn’t selected for an interview.  Of course I emailed back, telling him it was no surprise, and that I actually just got a job anyway.  And, here it is, the purpose of this paragraph, his response email ended with “Talk to you soon.”

Can you get any clearer?  I knew he was in love with me, too.  Now is definitely the time to declare myself.

Okay, I know that’s a bit over the top.  But in my pedestal-crush madness, I did swoon just a little at those familiar words.  One of my friends said I should respond with “How soon is too soon?”  Hahahaha!

So, the point is, things are finally on an upswing.  I have a real job lined up (I am nervous!), and in a few months, I’ll be able to move out on my own for the first time (I do not count being in student housing).  I’m excited, nervous, anxious, hopeful, the whole gamut.  But, finally, it feels like my life is going somewhere.