Just kidding. I’ve been planning this for a year!
A year ago I started thinking about how I should probably move out of my parents house because 1) adult, 2) financially stable, 3) growth. But where would I go? What would I do? What were my limitations? I was hung up on these questions for the first 5 or so months. I had no idea, and just the thought of answering those questions was incredibly overwhelming. Plus, it was a year ago that Desert Sand (old car) died and I shelled out most of my saving toward Little Green Car (new car). How could I afford ANYTHING with a car payment?!?!?!?!?
Around October, I realized I could sock away just as much money a month as I had prior to acquiring a car payment. And that I was spending at least one weekend a month in Vermont hanging with friends. I felt free in Vermont, and refreshed when I went home again. At first I attributed this to simply being away, kind of a mini-vacation haze. But the more I visited, the more at home I felt. I knew living there would be different than visiting, but once the idea took root I couldn’t shake it. So in November I did what any normal person with half an idea would do, I announced it to my family and close friends!
I started looking for jobs in January, figuring I could crash with friends while looking for an apartment. I DID NOT want to leave my current job without having a new one lined up. Plus, another friend from college was planning to move to the area in July, so we could room together. After a few rejection emails and a failed job interview, I decided to postpone everything until the late Spring. At least I would have more time to save money and make sure this was what wanted.
In April, I started my job search again and went hard. I applied for dozens of positions in every imaginable industry. I started scoping out places to live and hoped everything would work out. Email after email of, “Thank you for applying for BLANK. We have chosen not to interview you…” started to get me down again. I seriously considered just staying where I was, at a job I didn’t even like anymore, and as my parent’s permanent/live-in dog sitter. I sat outside at lunch mid-May, held my arms up to the sky and asked the universe for help. I know that sounds totally silly, and I largely don’t know what I believe in, and my friend sort of laughed at me. But let me tell you, two weeks later I’d signed a lease and had an interview lined up. An interview that lead to an offer, which lead to a job!
And now I’m officially a Vermont resident! I have the license and plates and voter registration receipt to prove it. I work in New Hampshire, I’m a 5 minute walk from my friends, and there is a JoAnn Fabrics on the way home from work ;)
A year ago, I was trying to figure out how to sever ties with some real negative people in my life. I was trying to figure out if I wanted to move to run away or if I wanted to move to grow. In the end, it didn’t matter. Anytime you take a big leap, you force yourself to adapt, to change, to grow. What should have arguably been the most stressful thing so far in my life has given me such a sense of accomplishment that I didn’t stop to worry. Once the ball was rolling I had to run with it. Never have I felt less scared.