Fruition

If you know me, then you know that I have been thinking about moving to England for a while - ever since I started my graduate work, my aunt has been telling me all about the commonwealth schemes to get me to the UK to live and work for a while. And as I moved on with my studies, I kept seeing postings for positions over in the UK - from Scotland to Wales - and I thought, why not? And over the past two years, the idea became a definite probability. I started to talk about things more concretely - when instead of if - and had a time in mind (the Summer of 2007), but for all the talking, to me it still seemed this far away deal and something that was there for the taking, but maybe not mine to take.

But last week, it became a reality. It was a definite. I am moving - I am going to live in England and I am going to work in Britain and I don't think I will be back. Sure, I want to visit since I still have family and friends here, but to live? Not if I can help it (and by god, there are so many options for me to stay in the UK). So I have had these moments through out my day where I suddenly stop and think "I'll be in Britain soon!". Lying awake thinking about all the things I have yet to do or all the timelines (I am hopping all over the US before making it to London, which is fantastic but stressful - three flights in as many weeks!) that are coming up. Add to that the end of semester stresses (you know, grading and finals and wrapping up the overall course grade) and I am not anxious yet, but I do feel like I need every moment and then some to deal with it all (yes, I know, I am blogging but again, blog as therapy - it's my anxiolytic).

And of course, all the applying for jobs. Before, applying for jobs was just a laissez-faire deal - kind of testing the waters to make sure that it truly was as warm as it looked. And now, I am really putting myself out there: I know when I want to start working, I know where (though I have seriously been considering moving to Edinburgh so I can pick up a Scottish accent and see men in skirts - smile! Oh, and there is no Scottish version of Madge), and I know what I would like to be doing. So, I am applying to fun things and keeping the fingers crossed, knowing that Cel can hook me up with the temping aspect for a bit if I don't find what is right for me. More later.......