You might have heard me mention before that my cousin is also my best friend. And if you’ve spent any time with me I’m sure I’ve told you an Emily and Jacquelyn story. On Wednesday I wrote about friends who you meet and instantly click with. Well, Emily is that cousin. I can’t shake her because she is family but there is no way I would ever want to shake this one.
Emily is four years younger than me and spent most of her life navigating the mean streets of an Orlando suburb. She would arrive in Hville every holiday and summer to spend time with her Dad but we never saw each other much. Then one fateful summer when her Dad was going to be away on business for a while, my parents invited Emily to stay at her house even though they were going to be in Korea for a large portion of that time visiting my brother. My first thought… how am I going to entertain this stranger of a cousin who is younger than me. Cut to the end of the summer where we’re so close our own Grandmother, who amazingly knows each of her 15 grandchildren’s voices, couldn’t tell us apart. That summer four years ago is the beginning of a never-end.
When Emily graduated high school she moved up to Hville to live with her Dad and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
Alas, all good things must change and she has moved to the city to finish college there. Even though she is only a 30 minute drive from Hville, it feels like she is across the country. No more impromptu trips to Target. No more popping down to each other’s houses whenever we’re bored. No more.
And now that I FINALLY was offered the promotion at work I’ve been interviewing for all summer we’ll be even further apart for I must move to Doodlehem (so aptly named by Sara) a 60-90 minute drive away. So we’re trying to enjoy these last few weekends together (although I will admit to pooping out last weekend and falling asleep at 8:30 on a Saturday night) and are taking advantage of her apartment in the city.
I’d like to look at moving as just more opportunities for fun for us.
Back in January I started working at a wonderful publishing company. I stalked this company. For a year I stalked them. I needed to work there, I had to work there, I wanted to work there. Finally. I got in. Then… I realized just how lovely my job was. Please, take my sarcasm with a grain of sea salt. Don’t get me wrong, I was ecstatic that 1. I was finally employed full time; 2. I was finally employed at this company; and 3. I was finally employed full time. Oh, did I mention that already? But my job is entry level. My job is mindless. My job is easy. But, my job is important to the company. It’s basically customer service with a little assistant work thrown in for fun. I spend all day sitting in front of a computer, answering the phone, and doing what is asked of me. The best part about my job (no sarcasm here)? My coworkers. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to work for. We’re all about the same age and, while we do get really annoyed at each other, we all seemingly like each other. But I won’t lie. I was waiting for the right opportunity to come to experience more that this company has to offer. And it finally came.
So I’d like to announce I got a promotion. Yippeeeeee!! While this promotion is so exciting it also comes with some scary parts. Since I’m a list maker, I’ve made you a list.
1. It’s lonely. I won’t be working in an office anymore. My job consists of working from home and traveling to colleges to sell textbooks.
2. It’s scary. I’ve never done anything like this before. And although you all may be shocked by this, I’m actually shy. I have to march into professors offices and discuss why my book is the best book out there. Yikes!
3. I have to move. I’ll be moving away from my family in Hville and all my friends. I’ll be leaving all of my coworkers in the office and won’t have my lunch time dates with my boys. My Grandma asked me if I’m sure I want to do this. I don’t think she likes to see us move away from Hville.
4. I’ll be on my own. I moved away for college but I always came back. Now, I’ll be on my own for the first time. I have to pay for things! I won’t have my parents there to keep me company.
But there are some good things with this job. Things I’m really excited for.
1. I get to move. Finally! I could never afford to move out before and while I still can’t really afford to move out, it’s a lot easier and necessary.
2. I’ll be on my own! For the first time I’ll live by myself, make my own rules, not worry that someone ate the muffins I made for my breakfast this week.
3. I’ll be doing something new! It might be scary but it’s going to be fun. I’ll be talking to different people every day and learning more about what professors look for in textbooks. May sound dorky, but books and higher education are my life.
4. I’ll make new friends and get to live near Sara from grad school. I told her she can come visit me in her bathrobe but only if it stays shut. Hopefully she’ll teach me how to make a good pah.
I’ll miss the “three best friends that anybody could ever have” and my JEmily being so close. I’ll miss Hville and being able to walk to my Grandma’s. I’ll miss my parents. Yes, it’s true. I’ll miss them.
Not the best picture by any means– an ice cream “social” we had at work today. The whole company, except for those with my position (a whole whopping 11 of us), have been at a sales meeting in Brooklyn all week. So to congratulate ourselves on holding down the fort I suggested Thursday Treat and got the fixings for an ice cream social. Here is our mess. Yum!