L’s wedding was on Saturday and it was a major NSV for me. I fit into my dress with a lot of help from a corset like contraption, my feeble pre-wedding weight loss attempts, and both the bride’s and the groom’s mothers who helped zip me into the dress. It wasn’t easy and it definitely wasn’t pretty, but it happened. Yeah yeah.
I will have pictures from the wedding in a week or two. I didn’t remember to take my camera to the church… I was too stressed about fitting in the dress and wearing heels and all that. The camera was the last thing on my mind. But the photographer took a lot of photos (oh no) and one of the other bridesmaids took a couple of me in my dress for this purpose. Whenever she sends them to me I will put them up here for your enjoyment. :)
So, I have a million feelings of anxiety and worry swirling inside my head now for a different reason. Yesterday I had a TERRIBLE day and decided that I needed to move out of my house. I have many reasons behind this decision. It has actually been coming for a long time but it kept getting put off so I decided no more putting it off… I am just going to force myself to do it. So today I am quitting my job (well, putting in two weeks notice) and in two weeks I will move out of my house.
The reason I am all anxious and worried about this is because despite moving out being a GREAT thing, I actually don’t know where I am moving to. I have a vague idea of the city I want to live in or near, but I don’t have a ton of money and have no job set up so its a little bit scary for me. I like adventure and change but all of it at once with no forseeable future is a little bit scary. So I am going to try to focus on doing everything one step at a time.
First step. Quit my job. :) This one kind of sucks because I love it and this job has been very good to me despite the many problems that exist with it (its only part time, doesn’t pay well). But to leave I have to quit. Therefore, I am quitting.
Step two. Make, find, beg, borrow as much money as possible in the next two weeks. (Anyone feel the need to click on a google ad *click, click, thanks* or make a donation to poor pitiful Mary?) I am going to try to sell off as much stuff as I can through ebay and other means and hopefully create a bigger cushion for myself so I won’t go broke before I get another job in this unknown location I will be in.
That is as far as I have gotten. Quit job. Make some money. I guess I could add pack my stuff and leave, but that is really the last step and I know there are other ones in between. I just can’t think of them. Ahhh, my brain is actually tired from thinking about any of this stuff. I am ready to just get it all done and start something new. New is good, right?
