6 Weeks: Happenings

This was a big week... I mean, seriously guys, loads of, um, not much at all.
-I worked nearly 40 hours in three days.

-I stressed myself out so badly because of work (and after being hit on the head last week by a bookshelf) that I literally was unable to turn my head for two days. My amazing brother-in-law happens to be a chiropractor and he fixed me up. Well, he's been fixing me up, every day this week, because let me tell you, everything is so inflamed in my neck/back that we've had to work on it in steps. #imightaswellbeinaneckbrace

-I undertook a massive writing project three weeks ago. I finished said project one week ago. This week I redrafted said project when I wasn't working. Or sleeping. Or writhing in pain.

-I packed a box. One. Didn't want to over-exert myself, for crying out loud.

-Round two of my vaccinations happened. One more to go. And a few meds to pick up to have along the way. Antibiotics and anti-malarials and the like. All of those anti's. No one wants the pros, because believe me, there is nothing good about malaria or a screaming bout of the pharaoh's revenge.

-I realized that I have been WAY overstocking up on the things I use for my trip. That's what happens when you have too much going on and you think you're too smart for your own good by thinking that because you're going to be spending time in the South Pacific that you'll need to bring the contents of an entire makeup counter/feminine hygiene aisle/face wash case with you and you really don't, all you really need is enough for the two or three months you'll actually be IN the South Pacific... And wasn't that the most epic run on sentence ever?

-The office move I thought was happening last weekend is, in reality, happening tomorrow. Today I say goodbye to my lovely, quiet, spacious office, sadface:

And last, but not least, today I had my first monkey wrench thrown at me. Don't worry, nothing big enough to change my plans, but a wrench, nonetheless. (You can't plan to do big things without expecting these things to pop out at you from nowhere, because they just will!) I went to the Dentist for a cleaning and pre-trip check. I've had a feeling that I would need another (!!!) root canal sooner than later. (On the tooth next to the tooth I've already had TWO root canals on... Yah, I was hit in the head crazy hard with a basketball back in college, so hard my head rang like a bell for a couple of hours. The hit was centered on those teeth and they have been slowly dying ever since. #truestory). Well, root canal day has come! Plus I get the bonus of two cavities that need fillings, too. Am I lucky, or what?

Yah, that's $3k worth of dentistry that will come directly out of my travel budget. But honestly, it's a bit of a relief. I have a fabulous dentist, who is a dear family friend and I trust him to do a wonderful job. Had this happened in a few months, cringe! Picturing witch doctors and pulling teeth in the middle of a south pacific island... NOWAYJOSE.


So that's that.  
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Faraway Fantasy Friday: Moving On

In contemplating moving to "The City" (San Fran) I went through several emotions, dozens of times. I'm still going through that emotional cycle. This is a BIG change.

The process of getting me to consider this move has gone something like this:

Phase One:
-Oy vey, I'm bored.
-I need to change something.
-Maybe I'll pack up and move to New York, Florida, Rome, Fiji, Australia...
-I'm going to need a job.
-There aren't any jobs.
-What should I do.
-UGH.
-I'm bored.


Phase Two:
-If I move to San Francisco I can keep my job (which I love) and still be close to family (which is important to me for the first time in my life. Don't judge.)
-But I've never liked San Francisco. When I leave I feel like dipping my entire body in disinfectant (and I'm not a germaphobe).
-I'll ignore that inkling.
-It doesn't ignore me.
-Find amazing deal on an adorable apartment at random (? or was it?)
-Love the apartment.
-Think about making an offer on it, which leads me to this:

Current phase:
-Abject horror
-Queasy excitement
-Nervous stomach
-Scared to leave my current situation behind (Because it's good. It's really good. Except I'm bored.)
-Went ahead and made an offer and spent last night interviewing with the owner (which went exceptionally well, I'm happy to report.)
-Now I'm waiting to hear if I got the apartment.
-I shift back and forth between making lists of all of the addresses I'll have to change, the crap I'll have to get rid of and thinking to myself "It's not too late, you can just back out now and keep on keepin' on in your current place."

-And then I think: "I don't really want to do that. And since when am I a little chicken who would rather sit at home than go out and explore????? Wanderlust trumps comfort zone every time. I'm ready. It's time."

It's time to unpackage this neatly stifling little life I've created so carefully for myself over the last four years. It's time to mix it up and step out of the comfort zone; Throw caution to the wind and jump on the proverbial cruise ship to see where the winds will take me.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm really excited for this. And me, the suburban country travelaholic, is ready to shed those old portraits of self image and paint some new ones.

So maybe I'll get this apartment. Maybe not. All in all, this process has been good and important and I'll keep looking for the right situation to come along if this one doesn't work out.

Bring it on.