This morning I quit my job.
Well, I didn't really flat out quit, but I gave my two weeks notice. In some weird twist of fate, I am pretty sad about it but there is nothing I can do about it now. I guess I am just emotional because my boss was emotional. Apparently, he got emotionally attached...
I am a sucker for people who truly care about me.
I'd been planning this move for some time now but it wasn't until last week that I decided to go through with it. At times I can be quite impulsive...
My last job before this one was at a particular non-profit here in NY. In a way I really loved that job and the flexibility that it offered me; however, not long after I started working there it dawned on me that "non-profit" means non profit for everyone. A year to the day after I started working there, I went home for lunch made myself a vodka with cranberry juice that triggered one of those epiphanies I have every so often and next thing I knew I was sitting in my boss's office quitting my job. I didn't give notice.
So I found myself broke, unemployed, nearly hysterical and sick to top it all off.
Apparently though the force was with me because two weeks later I had landed myself a way better job (this one) that once I got past the trial period promised to be not only fulfilling but financially rewarding. I felt good about entering corporate America in this way, even though I hate Corporate America.
It's been almost two years since I've been sitting in the same office doing something that seems to have come naturally to me, Public Relations and Event Management, but now I find myself bored.
I am ready to tackle on my next adventure which will hopefully be either starting my grad work in January or looking for a new home state (and job, also in January) because NY really isn't for me...but I'll cross that bridge when/if I get there.
So what am I going to do in the meantime? Well, I think that an extended vacation is in order. Definitely some quality time with the family. I am also going to take a cooking class. I'll see about finishing one of the 5 books I've been writing for years now. This would probably be a good time to take that trip to Cuba with my brother (he'll be so happy!!) and start planning my South American adventure for which I've already found a partner in crime (Kristhina).
I knew this time would come because like I've said before, I am a nomad. I can't stay in a place for longer than 3 years at a time. It's been three years. Now it's time for a break.
Am I scared? no. Am I worried? no. Am I sad? yes. I am closing a chapter and no matter how easy it seems, it's always hard to go forward and not look back.