#doalg

This isn’t really a beginning. It’s more like the beginning of the middle.

I’m twenty-three years old. I’ve graduated from college. I have a full time job working as an assistant restaurant manager. 

I’m writing this because I’ve just quit my job to start a new one in a city two hours away, and I’ll be moving by myself into an apartment in a city where I know almost no one. I’ll be spending a lot of time by myself. And although I have friends I can talk to, there’s some things I can’t tell them.

I got a new job specifically because I wanted to move to this city. And anyone I know can tell you I’ve wanted to live in this city for the last three and a half years or so. I love this city - I really do. It’s beautiful, and clean, and not too crowded (but it’s still got a lot going on). What I won’t tell anyone - what, in fact, I will swear up and down isn’t true when they ask (and they have) - is that a good part of the reason I want to move to this city is because I’m in love with a guy that lives there. 

This is a really dumb reason to move anywhere. Especially when we’re just friends. Especially when he’s shown exactly zero indication that he’s even noticed I’m a girl.

So obviously I can’t admit to my friends this is the reason I’m moving. Or at least a lot of the reason. This blog is a good place to get that off my chest.

So instead of becoming a flight attendant and living in a big city, I accepted a job as the front desk supervisor at a hotel in this medium size city where I know one guy, there’s a girl I used to be friends with but haven’t really talked to in years, and a girl who goes to the same concert with but that I haven’t really associated with a whole lot.

Yeah. I make good life decisions. 

I am, however, really excited about the move. The hotel I will be working for is the biggest in my state, which is kinda cool. It’s got over 400 rooms, so I’m sure it’ll keep me busy. And I found this beautiful little apartment! It’s absolutely tiny, but it’s steampunk as fuck. It used to be an old mattress factory, and they kept that aesthetic going. (I’ll upload pictures when I move in. It’s an amazing place). I’ll have to work as an Uber driver in addition to my new job in order to afford it, but a second job never killed anyone. It will be especially challenging as I can’t get out of my current lease in the city I’m currently in. So I will be paying two rents for the next six months.

It’s fine. I’m fine. I have a spare $3,000 so that I can have two apartments in two cities for six months. Awesome. (Heavy sarcasm).

So that’s where I’m at right now. Waiting on my new job to call me (sometime today, or so they told me) in order to set up my first orientation date. Waiting on finding out this orientation date so that I can tell my current job what my last day is. Waiting to find out when my last day at my current job is so I can pick a good day to move.