Cocoon
Party last night was tremendously chill and lovely. I got to see all of the people I so rarely get to see. I even got my baby fix--my two goddaughters and a brand new baby boy(friend of a friend). We just sat on the back porch, talked, ate delicious Whole Foods cake, and drank a little beer. Life is good.
Today I'm sleepy and I want to crawl into some little cocoon for a few days, until I feel ready to come out and face the world. The whole house thing can get a little overwhelming. I should be doing more packing and painting today, but I think I will devote my time to two tasks--napping and watching t.v.
I have no lesson plans for the week. I am not yet prepared for my exam. I still have a to do list that is about 11 miles long. I'm not doing a damn thing. Life is good.

Mmmmm Crispy
The above words would be great when describing sizzling soy bacon or perhaps some nice celery stickys with peanut butter or even just the right ginger snap, but when refering to my arms the sentiment changes. We had field day yesterday at Thorndale, and my arms fried like [insert your own similie here]. I am post-toasty.
Anyway today my very well lathered self worked outside to make the yard spiffy.We also took several more loads to the storage unit. Now it is just the contractor holding me up. I am starting to get irked. That is never a good sign.
Some people install bird baths to attract birds to their yard. Anyone who knows me understands that I would not do such a thing. I hate their little bird beak, their crazy claws, and their inconsiderate habbit of pooping without warning. I do, however, put up birdbaths to attract cute babies. Yes, she is just that darn lurvely. Is this much doting on a cat healthy? Perhaps not. In my defense she is a snoodlebutt.I am starting my eccentric old lady thing a little early.
When I think about you. . .
I can see the light
The Sphinx
Come to Jesus
Away in a Manger
Religious Cat
Wet and Wild
Possessed
Enjoy.

We're about to go to a party tonight. I can really use the company and the ritas. And the ridiculously unhealthy party food. If it's made of cream cheese, I'm all over it.
Just finished listening to Stephen King's The Cell which was tremendoulsy creepy and a crazy good listen. I love audible.com Listening to stories together is a greating bonding experience. We just started Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys which should be trippy and delicious. Hurrah for audio books!
But enough of this nonsense--I have some partying to do!

Dastardly Deed
I forgot to mention that evil Toby bit my leg tonight. Eric soaked him and put him in time out for 45 minutes. It does not seem to have improved his disposition. Next time he bites, I bite him back. This is war.
Off to watch 24 so I can finally discuss this week's with my co-worker Barbara. We must scream in frustration together.

Rainbow
What, you might be asking yourself, could possibly follow crazy hair day? Well, todayw as class color day where every class wore a specific color. WE ended the day with me crawling to the top of the playscape to take a giant rainbow picture of all of the students. Once I got up I realized I did not really trust the sketchy ramp, so I had to slide down. I don't think the Pre-Kers have gotten over it yet. Tomorrow is crazy hat and crazy socks day. I'm thinking Viking helmet with rainbow toe-socks, but I still have some time to decide I guess.
I just got all my contractual info from Christ the King. I am very relieved, I thought I might not get a paycheck until the end of August, but my first paycheck will actually come on July 15--it over laps with my last St. Mary's paycheck. A very good thing. I am so excited to have a job that actually pays me decently and has great benefits. What a novel concept! (Now we just need to get Eric settled. He has a job fair next week).
We're about to go riding. It' s the perfect day for the wind in my hair.

The Wanderer
I've been thinking of that Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson Highwaymen group today. Why, I have no idea, but it's been on my mind.
I left the house at 6:10 a.m. and did not return home until 9:40 p.m. It makes for a very long day. When I got here I was stressed and cranky, but we took off on a walk, and I feel oodles better. I am sure there is a lesson in that somewhere.
I got to be crazy teacher today. . . it was weird hair day, and I found a Marge Simpson wig to terrify young pre-kers with. I was a big hit with the under 6 crowd. WHen I then changed into my Pippi Longstockings wig there was pandemonium in the cafeteria.
Perhaps I should look into a career as an icon. How does one break into that field?

Verde
I'm thinking the green works much better. It's a little less Hello Kitty bubble gum and a little more sit in the shade sipping a nice chardonay (at least that's what I choose to tell myself).
Today was kinda bleh, but at least it was more interesting than my weekend.
In good news we have not heard from the Homeowner's Association about our trim. We were told from some other people that they might come after us becaue it is not a regulation color. Eric said that if they told us we needed permission to paint he would take a picture of his ass, doctor it so there was a bug bite on it, and ask permission to scratch his ass. I was actually kinda hoping we would hear from them just so I would see that. These people have us so tense that we're even making up conflict. Anyway, we'll see if there is a reason to do butt photography.
There was a talent show rehearsal this afternoon, and I have a skull splitting headache from listening to 3rd graders sing. Not pretty.
Today was our first day without Mr. Bludau--there was a distinct lack of drama--I would get used to this.
I need to make another trip to the storage unit--I literally have a skeleton in my closet that I do not htink would amuse my relator.

Testing
Is this much too pink?
I'm still undecided.

Roller Zombies on Thin Ice
Eric is off at the Roller Derby, and I am left at home feeling a little like a zombie. My brain is just not engaged at the moment, and my body looks a little like someone beat me up. I have bruises on both shoulders, both knees, my right foot, right hip, left thigh, and the left big toe. It's quite at sad sight!
We got our storgage unit today and began the filing process. It's interesting, as we get rid of all of this stuff I am realizing how little we need most of the things we have. I will be a minimalist in the next house. I really do not need 28 lotions from Bath and Body Works, for example. Nor does Eric need 42 AC adapters. I'm just saying...
The contractor was supposed to call and come by last night, but I have not heard from him. Not a great way to start a job. sigh. The insurance adjusters are coming by on Tuesday to look at the roof and water damage, so hopefully they will pay for that part of the process. It really feels as if we are hemorraging money at the moment. I just want to stop the flow somehow.
This week was our anniversary, and we haven't even celebrated. Monday we were busy. Friday Eric went to a concert. Last night we were exhausted from 12 hours of yardwork, and tonight he is at the derby. sigh. We need a little break from all of this craziness. Mainly I need out of the house. I've been here all weekend. I should know better than to stay at home for days on end. It does nothing for my disposition. I'm looking forward to going back to work tomorrow--it seems like less work to teach than to stay at the house. Plus no student annoys me as much as Toby does. He has been barking for the last 30 minutes straight. I keep hoping he will lose his voice, but my dreams are never realized.
I don't seem to be able to focus on my school work--it would be completely ridiculous to drop the class with only 2 weeks left, right? I just can't seem to figure out how to finish, though. I look at the exam questions, and my brain just turns to mush. I have people counting on me for Tuesday, and I don't want to let them down, but I seem to be unable to complete the task.
Perhaps I need a walk to clear my head.

Dirty Bird
I am caked in dirt from head to toe. I believe that my left bicep is the only relatively clean part of me. We've been engaged in the endless job of trying to get our house ready to sell. Nothing will make you feel crappier about the way your house looks than trying to sell it. The relator is really nice, but she kinda made me feel like my house is a filthy shanty. I try my best to keep the house nice while also working and going to school, but apparently I do not do a good enough job. This is a frustrating experience.
Today we planted flowers and put down another layer of mulch. In addition, we tore apart the old shed base and Eric is now out buying grass to put over the giant muddy hole in our backyard. We also bought paint to touch up the 1,001 areas that need it. Apparently we have to repaint the dining room because it clashes. Who knew? We also have to paint the front door and retouch a bunch of inside trim. In addition I need to somehow find a way to get the floorboards cleaner. i just do not know what to do about them.
I am supposed to be reading and preparing answers for the final exam for my class, but there is so much other stuff I need to get done. I am beginning to really dislike the house because it's just not right. I feel like some sort of failure as a homeowner or something. Also we are spending money like mad, and we are not going to make that much on the house.
I am a little overwhelmed. I wish Eric haad a job--that would make everything simpleer.
On the plus side, I have not yet fallen into refuse, but I did drop a brick on my foot and get a little sunburnt. Still I think I come out ahead on that count.

Glad We Didn't Go With the Eel. . .
The Shakespeare Festival was amazingly lovely! My students did such a wonderful job. I was amazed at what they accomplished! Everyone was just floored. Anyway, we had more than enough food, although we were told by an expert that the common dish of the time was boiled eel with toad side dishes. I"m not sorry we stuck with potatoes and Toad in the Hole and turkey legs.
I just met with the relator, and she has a huge list of things I am required to do before we can get the house listed. This is such a horrific process, and I can't wait for it to be over. I guess I know what I am doing with my weekend! (that and creating mock answers for a study session for my final exam) Oh well I guess we're doing this so we can have a new future. That never comes easily.
I embarrassed myself in an astonishingly public way this afternoon. I got home and was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to make the house look good for the relator, and I needed to take the trash can in the garage. As I was lugging it, the lid hit my legs and sent me sprawling partly into the trash can. I scraped all the skin off of my feet, twisted my knee and am now sporting a particularly nasty bruise on my butt. I must have lain in the trashcan in the middle of the street for at least three minutes before I was able to get up. Kids will begin to avoid the house at Halloween!
This has been a stressful week. I'm ready to start over. If I can avoid throwing myself into refuse, next week cannot help but be more relaxing.

When It Rains. . .
It ruins my house.
In a bit of particularly nasty timing we had a horrible hail storm this evening, and now the roof is leaking. There is some wet ceiling drywall, and it just makes my phycially ill. We are about to put the house on the market, and now we need roof repair. Is this some sort of twisted cosmic joke?
Poor Eric was up there putting putty on the holes and drying up the puddle of water, but it doesn't really do any good. Need to call USAA and get someone here a.s.a.p.
I think saying this has been a stressful week would not be an understatement.
I have, in positive news, finished cooking for the night. I made two gingerbread cakes, three potato casseroles, and about 50 cucumber sandwiches. I need this day to go off well.
I had a ridiculous encounter with that same nasty P.E. teacher today. My class was practicing on our stage for the play tomorrow, and she brought her Science class into the gym and started loudly doing her activities without ever once asking if she was interrupting. That was ok, though, I can definatley share space, although it is nice to be asked. Then her group left, and she crossed the entire gym and turned the lights off on us and darkened the stage with us all still on it! One of my students asked her to leave the lights on because we were using the area, but she just walked out, slamming the door behind her. I can handle it when someone is rude to me, but when they are rude to my students I start spitting metal objects. For a supposedly Christian school, this behavior was appalling. Then I found out that she was supposed to work with me on some stuff for our field day next week, but she's been refusing to talk to me because she has some sort of weird beef. This is exactly why I am leaving. People like her make me vomit. I don't know why she hates me so, but I think it's actually because people like me. Jim said it was because I was a real woman! (She's more like a troll)
Anyway, I need to call a roofing company and spend more money we don't have.
Incidentally, the trim is growing on me.

"Oh I am Fortune's Fool!"
The big Shakespeare Festival is tomorrow, and I am completely terrified that it will be an unorganized disaster. I stayed late building the set--we made a Tudor-style house out of butcher paper. That stuff has a million and one uses. Now I have to cook for the big Elizabethan Feast. I am scared that we will not have enough food for 50 people. Sigh. I am sure all will work itself out, but trying to do this alone is not cool. That was one of the things I thought would have been cool about Greenhill, the team concept. Nevertheless, the show will go on.
My students forced me at the last moment to do a bacon/potato dish, so I'm making it with soy bacon just to mess with them. I am also in charge of Gingerbread and cucumber sandwiches. Hopefully no one will be too hungry.
I am supposed to be at a baseball game, but I have too much to do.
To compensate for having to work all night, though, I'm cooking Julia Child style--I'm sipping on some champagne (left over from Easter)!
Anyway, if I remember to breathe all will be well.

Insert Mascot Here
I just accepted a position at Christ the King School in Dallas. I have no idea what their mascot it, but I am one now. I hope it's something cool. At Kenyon we were the Lords and Ladies, and I've never quite gotten over the lameness factor. I"m currently a Ram (or, when I play on the teacher team, and Old Goat). Anyway I think this will be a wonderful opportunity for me. It certainly will pay well.
I am actually surprised about my lack of disappointment about Greenhill. I thought I really wanted that job, but perhaps somehow I knew it wasn't right. I cried over the trim of my house but not over this. Perhaps it's all about a challenge. Greenhill would have been safe, and this is an entirely new challenge and a new set of people. Perhaps you really can't go home again in situations like these.
In many ways this is the better position--I get to deal with 6-8th grades instead of just 6th, I get to stay in Catholic education, I get an all expense paid trip to Santa Fe for a week (class project), I have a lovely benefits package, and the principal already calls me sweetie. It will also be $11,000 more than I make now. YOu can't shake a stick at that. Now everything else just needs to happen.
All is good. (except the trim, that remains truly awful). I'm just glad I know where I am going.

Horrible, Horrible, Expensive Mistake
I just got home, and the trim is horrid! The green is absolutely awful, and there is nothing I can do about it. I spent a ridiculous amount of money and have the ugliest house ever. I don't know how I could have been so stupid.

Two Years
Today is our two year anniversary, and I'm constantly amazed at how much I love my husband. I am a lucky woman.
We don't have plans tonight because I have to finish a paper and I want to wait for the weekend, but it's all good.
We are where we are supposed to be. The rest is details.

No Deviled Eggs!
It's an outrage! It's Easter, and I have not had any deviled eggs yet. The outlook is rather grim unless I go to the store. sigh.
Yet despite that culinary disaster, Easter has been really wonderful. We went to the Vigil last night (just under 3 hours), and it was nicely done. This church has a pipe organ that really adds to the drama of the service. Anyway, today we bummed around drinking mimosas until 1:00 when Eric's parents took us to brunch. We went to the Marriot's Easter blow-out, and it was so yummy! I had my first sugar since before Lent in the form of the most amazing chocolate cake I've ever tasted. 5 alternating layers of cake and a moussey-frosting with chocolate pieces on top! So good! There was a ridiculous amount of food there. I had never been out to one of these things, but I could get used to it.
We told his parents about the (hopeful) move, and they were pretty cool. Obviously they don't want us to go, but they were pretty understanding. No death threats in any case. I think they (and we) will feel better once Eric has secured a job in Dallas. Still, I know that good things are coming.
I made Clemmy hop this morning cause she's my Easter Bunny. Is that wrong?
Anyway, I'm now working on my paper for Tuesday. Since tomorrow is our anniversary, I would rather finish tonight and be able to hang with my baby tomorrow. That being said, it's a frickin' gorgeous day outside and postulating on Liberation theology is really difficult.
Oh--I got my Shakespeare costume at Goodwill yesterday for the big festival on Friday. I look like a beer wench, but other than that I think it's pretty cool on short notice and for $7.

Friday
Not even an attempt at a clever title. Creative juices are a little dried up today. I've been reading my theology homework because I have to write a paper this week. I've decided I"m definatley a liberation theology person. To me it's the only branch that is actually trying to do something. It also flies in the face and sticks it to the alledegly religious right. I love a theology that tells those people how full of crap they are. I have also been reading about feminist theology. I think I"m one of those two. Despite media portrayl there really is a fringe--people who actually think and criticize.
Anyway, I'm thinking of taking Toby for a walk because it's one of those stunningly beautiful spring days here in Texas that should be taken advantage of. We have such a short time before the oven season starts.
I'm also nervous about the whole Shakespeare festival thing next week. I might have bitten off more than I can chew. How am I supposed to decorate a whole school? Myself? With no money? It all remains to be seen. My enthuasism might be greater than my planning skills.
My no carb diet ends on Sunday, but I am feeling so good, that I think I will continue. I don't think my stomach is made to process those starches. I feel much better when I stick to veggies and soy. My endless diet of salad and chick patties. I never thought I would be such a creature of routine, but I cannot overcome those delicious soy patties!
Since finding out that Christ the King is waiting for me, I feel so much better about the decision being put off. Still, I had wanted to be able to tell people that the reason we are moving is that I have found my dream job. Still, I think that patience will be rewarded. Now if only Eric would find something. I am getting nervous, yet I certain that something will come up. He is so skilled. Something will happen. It is, after all, the season of rebirth. I woke up this New Year's Day convinced that I needed a change, yet when it actually comes it seems so difficult. I guess that is the painful nature of transformation.
I'm grooving to Sirius Coffee House. We get it through the satellite, and the house's sound system makes the entire place rock (as much as acoustic singer songwriters can rock). It makes me feel that my life has a soundtrack. I've always thought dramatic moments needed an accompanying ballad or a musical montage.
Tomorrow we pack up the rest of our junk, put tile in the bathroom, and plant bright happy flowers--what will the soundtrack be then?

Heavy Labor
I've been working all day to get the hosue ready. I packed a bunch of boxes of stuff that just junk up the place. My goal is to have the house on the market by the end of the month, but that will be cutting it close. I never realized how much work it is to get a house looking sellable. Today I worked hard on the inside, tomorrow I do the outside. Plus the handyman is coming to paint the trim and look at fixing one of the ceiling cracks. I hope that someone is going through all of this for the house we are going to buy. Karma, you know.
Anyway, I contacted Christ the King, and they were fine with me letting them know next week, so I am feeling a lot less stressed about that situation. I know I have a job--which one it will be remains to be seen. I"m about 70% sure about Greenhill, but you never know. What I am stressed about is the idea of telling Eric's parents. We are going to do that this weekend. I really do not want them to be mad at me or think I am stealing their baby. I love my relationship with them, and I don't want it to be jeopardized by this announcement. This is just the best thing for us right now. I'm sure it will be fine.
Ack. . . everytime I look around I see so much that needs to be done to make this happen. I see books that need to be packed away, stains that need attention, flaws in the paint jobs, and myriad other things I am now paranoid about. Yet for all that I know that it will happen and that all will be well.

Give Me Patience. . .Right Now!!!!!!!!
Greenhill called and said there has been a problem with their last canidate, and they will not be able to tell me anything for another week. I now have to call Christ the King and explain the situation because they wanted to know tomorrow. Very, very frustrating.
In the frustrating department I had most of the 7th graders fail a test today--they just are not willing to actually pay attention in class or to put any effort into what we are doing. It makes me feel like a horrible teacher. I think I am perhaps just a little frustrated with everything at the moment.
The principal just announced that next Friday will be his last day--he has found another job. All will be in complete chaos; then again it usually is I suppose. It's truly a school in crisis.
Things have also been strange because one of the local high school boys who had ties with my kids at school killed himself this weekend. Everyone is so broken about it. One of my 8th graders was really close to him. Anyway, the church was packed today for the funeral. It has made me think of Jacob Earle all week. I wish I could tell him how silly and stupid he was and how things always get so much better. It was about 11 years ago to the day. Perhaps Eliot was on to something. . . April is the cruelest month.
Then again I cannot really belive that since we have Easter this week. I am off until Tuesday. Hopefully I'll use the time to gain some perspective (and pack and clean the house).

Update
Tom Perryman just called to tell me that the process is a little backed up but that he will call again tomorrow and should be able to tell me something. Ack! When I saw the caller ID was Greenhill I got all excited, but another invitation to wait. Oh well, he did not even have to call to update me. I am completely appreciatvie that he has continued to take the time to keep me in the loop. It gives me a lot of hope. If everyone will just keep fingers, toes, and other appendages crossed I would appreciate it.
Eeek.

Not In My Top 574
If I had to rate my qualities, I would have to say that patience does not even break good quality number 600. I cannot stand the waiting. My future hangs in the balance and that seems to mean very little to the universe. Still not word from Greenhill. I am getting scared and feel like my tummy is going to do cartwheels and that my limbs are all going to fall off.
I just want the decision made.
In good news, however, I just got an A on my paper for the theology class. So I guess I have that going for me.

Oogy
Haven't heard anything from Greenhill yet, and I'm nervous and irritable. When they said early next week I really thought I would be hearing today. My stomach hurts, and I just generally feel oogy. I am supposed to be doing my homework, but I can't concentrate on anything.
Even if I don't get it, I just want to know. NOW!!!!!!!!

Welcome to the World
My plans for today were wonderfully disrupted. At about 8:45 this morning my friend Lorraine called because she thought she was going into labor and wondered if we would watch Natasha. A few minutes ago Luther Zev Craig came into the world via c-section. He's 9 pounds 2 ounces and according to mom absolutely beautiful. We'll be taking his big sister over to the hospital in a few hours to say hi. YAY!

Big Fat G
Because we are so near the ned of the school year, my students have pretty much decided that they would rather be elsewhere. Every day is a battle for their attention. I ahve been reduced to extra dorky measures. I have developed parts of speech cheers that I make the kids do. I'm grammar's biggest, dorkiest cheerleader. You should see my moves. . .
We are also in high drama mode--Romeo and Juliet and Julius Caesar. I can be as over the top as I want. I threw myself on the floor pining over Rosaline this afternoon.
I'm glad I have a job where I can be the complete geek I have and not be self-conscious. That's pretty cool.
Eric's back from Ddallas, it's good to have him home. I just wish it would have been a more positive experience for him. I know things will come together. . . but I want them now. Very Veruca Salk of me, no?
Until next time picture me doing a modified rendition of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" about the questions adverbs answer. Scary.

Pooper Scooper
Eric took half a day off work and drove all the way up to Dallas to go to a job fair, and all they did was look at hsi resume for about 5 minutes and send him on his way again. They weren't talking to people I guess. Anyway, what a waste of time, energy and gasoline. Sigh.
He's having dinner with mom and dad now, so I guess that's good.
I'm pretty bummed out--I want something for him so badly. None of this will work without him.

Social Genius and Denoument
First of all my father is a genius of Machivellian proportions. He told a few people about my job offer at Christ the King in order to see that it leaked back to the right people. I got the following email today:
Hi there, Amy –

Just wanted to touch base and let you know that we are hoping to have our search process wrapped up by early next week, when Scott returns from Washington, so I should be able to get back in touch with you then. If you have any questions, wish to submit anything further to the file, or have a situation that requires adjusting the timetable, please give me a holler and we’ll make changes on the fly!

It was so great to see you and to hear so many of your fans and friends on campus come by to say how much they loved seeing you on campus, as well!

Peace,
Tom

Interesting, no? I learned several things--one news travels fast at Greenhill, two Mr. Perryman is a very smart and interesting man, three I will only have to wait another week for and answer and finally that that I have fans. Who knew? Anyway, I was glad to get the email. I wrote back to tell him about the offer formally, to thank him for his kindness, and to wish him a wonderful week. Please let good things come of this.

In other news, we've done a huge unit of Tragedy plots in dramas before reading Romeo and Juliet. Exposition--Rising Action--Climax--Denoument--Catastrophe--Resolution. When some of the students found out Eric was 9 years older than I, one of them said, "Gross--you're in the rising action, and he's totally starting his denoument." I thought it was such a brillant analysis that I gave the kid a sticker. Eric was less amused. :)

Emergency Vets
Dang. When I got home Toby did not greet me at the door which has never happened. When I saw his neck I realized why: he has carved a giant hole into his neck and is all bleedy and disgusting. Anyway, I threw him in the car and made the treck to the vet.Despite my frequent claims to hate the dog, I was screaminga t every car to get out of the way cause my doggie was hurt. Anyway, McLeod gave him a shot and some cream and shaved his neck. Hopefully he will start to feel better.
The rumor mill is going at school--I heard twice today that I was leaving (from parents) and I have not officially said anything. Weird. Now things really have to work out because they already have my bags packed.
No news from Greenhill, and I'm getting antsy because I want to have my back up in place and they will not wait forever. Sigh.
Between Eric's job, my job and the prospect of selling the house I am a complete nervous wreck.
Change is good, right?

Body Slam
Eric, Chris, Pete and Jenson are watching wrestling in the next room, and I am trying to stay out of the way. I find the whole thing entirely barbaric and stupid, but to each his own. I just think there is enough pain in the world without delighting in someone getting 50 push pins stuck in his back. (extreme accupuncture!) Anyway, it gives me an evening on my own.
I"m supposed to be reading David Tracy's Analogical Imagination but it's so horrifically dry that I would almost rather watch a few hours of wrestling. It's hard to get into the classwork having decided to leave the program.
Weekend was pretty nice. We went to the Art Festival with Jen and Jay. It was such a nice day to be in the park looking at great artwork. Then Jay came over and told us all of the stuff we need to do to get the house ready to sell. The whole prospect is rather daunting, but I guess it will get done one bit at a time. Today I went to confirmation for my students from last year. I was glad to give them that support. I hope it mattered to them.
I've been freaking out about Eric not having a job yet, but I know it will happen. He's going to Dallas on Wednesday for a job fair at a company he really wants to work for. Keep your fingers crossed for him. I hope that something will happen. I will feel much more secure once he has a job set up. I hope to hear from Greenhill this week so I can make a final decision. It's a win/win I guess. Either school would be great, Greenhill would just be happier somehow. I'm finally realizing that this is going to happen. Freaky.
It's not that I don't like my life here in Austin, I just feel bigger things are calling me. I will never grow professinally here in Austin, and Greenhill would be the opportunity of a lifetime. Wow--sounds like I am seriously trying to justify this. I want people to see this for the amazing opportunity it is, not that I am running away or worse forcing Eric away. He's actually the one who always tells me what a good idea this is.
I guess change is always difficult. Most things worth doing are hard and growing can often hurt. Send your good vibes our way as we try to grow.