move to boston

For some years now I’ve wanted to move to Boston, nothing permanent though. I just love when cities have such history and culture/arts. I would like to spend a few weeks or months getting to know the area and the people.

I had an interview last night for a Nanny position in Boston. I cannot believe how close I am getting to achieving this goal. I may be there by January. :)

I have loved this city for almost 10 years. I just feel like I need to be there…I have no idea why, It is just calling me right now. I am doing a lot of research and hope to visit by st. pat’s, if not sooner.

It’s a shame, but we’re putting off the move for another year. The most ridiculous chain of events came together to completely deplete my savings and force me to stay here a bit longer. I’ve started a new job, moved into a new apartment with a year-long lease, and have decided to use this year to plan and save for the move with a little more organization.

And so, with new resolve to do it right this time, I begin my journey again. Savings plan in place, goals set with deadlines, and plenty of time to get rid of everything I don’t need to take with me, I’m trying not to crack under the stress of not having reached my goal. I’m trying to remind myself that a year is not that long, and that it’s probably for the best, that I’ll be more prepared this time, and with a better chance of making it.

I’m Boston-bound by next August. Wish me luck.

Fully a year after we originally planned our big move, I’m here in town with a job and an apartment and while the paint is a drab beige and it’s not my hardwood dream house, it’ll do for now. :) I start work on Monday and in the meantime, I’m doing all of the unpacking I possibly can…quite sore and a little worse for wear, but I’m actually a Boston resident now. How amazing is that?

I’ll be able to say a little later if it was all worth it, but I can’t imagine it wasn’t. Every bout of self-neglect or -sabotage, or simple laziness and then guilt was useless, certainly, but also somehow strangely led to this moment, this one overwhelmed by stop-gap enthusiasm and just the tiniest bit of fear or performance anxiety.

It’s all a little mad, but it’s also a little perfect.

Oh, things are afoot. Exciting, liberating, frightening things are afoot. I have a second interview with a really rather incredible nonprofit tomorrow. I actually fully enjoyed my first interview and while I’m nervous for the second, I’m equally as excited. I believe in what they’re doing and I believe that I can contribute and while I know I’ll be so frustrated and actually crushed if I do not get this job, I have never been closer to Boston and a legitimate career than I will be tomorrow.

I lived in Cambridge last summer and loved it. I miss the city and would love to move after the Peace Corp.

So I got laid off. This clearly puts a damper on my ability to save money for Boston. But, I’m going to try and look at this as an opportunity to find something else, where I can make some quick cash. I’m going back to waiting tables/bartending. I can make more money, in fewer hours than I do now. I don’t want to do it, because it seems a bit like a step down from actually having a “career track.” (That’s such a grown-up thing to say, right?) But if it’s going to help me save money and give me the flexibility I need to get this move back on track, then I’ll suck it up and sling drinks for awhile. I just have to remind myself that it’s a means to and end, right?

Moving to Boston was one of the best decisions I’ve made. Although the cost of living went up substantially, the number of opportunities that opened up for me have been tremendous.

My best friend, Patrick moved back to his home town of Braintree, right outside of Boston in Jan. I flew back with him and fell in love with it. I have been appling for jobs, but I currently live in Seattle so that makes things difficult! I applied at the Boys and Girls Club and heard nothing (I have worked at the BGC for over 6 1/2 years). I am flying back out there June 11 and will be there until the 17th, for gay pride, and I am sure I will not want to come back home to Seattle!