Knock Knock, Your Dream is Here!
Wow, a wee bit much to catch up on! Current forecast today: 66 degrees in January, whaaatt?! It’s our two week anniversary of living in San Francisco! The stream of boxes, phone calls, gas station fill ups, and credit card swipes have subsided (well almost). I’m feeling more like I can do “normal” life now, like blog, job hunt, picking up where I left off, but also leaving some old ways, and starting new ways! So wait, I moved across the country? Yes! And, we had 3 weeks to do it, oy. I’d like to share what’s been going on in the last month or two:
There is something about verbalizing your dreams that is very powerful! I actually believe this can help one to achieve them. Psychologically, we know that when we’ve voiced something we want, if we care in the least about who we’ve voiced it to, we will make more effort to take steps towards these desires. It’s a type of accountability.
Living in Champaign-Urbana, IL, where Drew was doing a PhD at UIUC, I had been voicing a general desire for the past two-ish years to in the future, move to a more artsy and techie city on a coast, most excitedly, the west coast, but was not tied to it. Ever since I got married to Drew, I’ve felt this would be the best type of environment for both of us to succeed. This was just a far off dream when Drew was still finishing school, but as time went on and things changed about our beliefs, desires, and environment, I felt the dream was a possible reality!
I could feel it pulsing in my body during Thanksgiving time, as I attended my 10 year high school reunion that weekend, in ol’ faithful Columbia, Maryland. This was my first reunion that I’ve been to, and I really had a blast!
Reunions are all about re-hashing the past, and judging everyone by “where” they are now. Whether that be where you live, who you’re dating, how many kids you have, your job, how much weight you gained. It’s just about as mature as, well, high school. I kid, I kid. Not gonna lie, I did feel liberated every time I expressed to someone “I’m hoping to move to California soon.” At that time, Drew had an interview in San Fran, the following week, and after his well fought duel with a position at Google, we both felt even more confident about his abilities in the professional world of programming. But really, I had no freaking idea what was going to happen of course.
Fast forward a few weeks…December 9th, Drew receives an offer! ::double take:: …::faint:: OH. WHOAZ. All of a sudden, our world looks really different, and tons more exciting. Could we even afford this? San Francisco is basically the most expensive city in the country, after New York and L.A. We are used to Urbana livin-$520 for a spacious 2 bedroom. And…our families are on the east coast and midwest. It was a big decision. The female instinct in me feels that if I move farther away, I am “abandoning” my friends and family. How terrifying, especially with the timing of little ones coming along in the next few years. This has definitely nagged my heart as long as I’ve ever desired moving west.
But…SAN FRANCISCO!! It’s so dreamy… Yet I was kind of surprised to learn that not everyone thinks so. It’s especially dreamy for artists…but at that, only certain kinds of artists. The startup culture is huge, which is perfect for Drew, that’s been one of his dreams. The alternative-hippy-eco-health nut-emerging artist-independence on crack culture is huge too, perfect for me at this time in my life. What I’m saying is, it’s a very specific and special type of city. But when I visited my awesome friend in the city back in 2005, I fell in love with the city. The support for artists, the earthy colored, modern, beautiful architecture, the crazy hills, the mild weather, the romantic fog, the diversity, the youthfulness, the health and environment consciousness, the pugs, the boutiques, and the food. What can I say, love drives me.
Speaking of love…I love my husband.
I would not be here if it weren’t for him. Applying, interviewing, taking the job, and everything around it, this is one of the biggest acts of love he’s ever performed for me. I love him for providing such wonderful opportunities for me.