So... I just gave my two weeks' notice. I have a stable job in New York City, people like the job that I do here, and I've created a number of connections.
So what...did I...just do? (Screaming emoji)
I gave my two weeks' notice so I could move to a different state. I don't have a job there yet. I don't have a place to live out there yet. I'm just going. Still confused as to why I thought this was a good idea.
Actually no. I'm pretty sure I know why I did this. NYC has always held a type of magic for me. I could walk down a quiet street and feel as though all my cares have gone away. I used to feel renewed by this city and it's a feeling that has carried me through most of these 13 and a half years. But lately, I've lost that magic and I can't seem to find it.
And my job? Well, we're going through a bit of a break up. I want to go down one path and the company is just not at the same place as I am. It's really the most mature breakup I've ever had. So, you know, progress.
So, that's where I'm at. Leaving my job, leaving NYC, packing up and downsizing my life, no job to look forward to (although I'm applying to everything. Hello employers, call me!), and at least I have a couch to crash on when I get to Denver.
Oh yeah, and I'm moving to Denver. I've only been there for a three-day weekend but that's where I'm going. I must sound ridiculous.
I'll keep you posted.