Transitions
I've been homeless since May. Not shelter-less, mind you, but I've not had an address to call my own.
During the search for a new job I found myself searching for a new direction. I embraced a new ambition for my career and realized to achieve said ambition, I needed to go back to school.
Yup.
13 years after graduating from graduate school, and a year shy of turning 40, I made the decision to go back to university to obtain a Ph.D. in Higher Education.
Am I crazy? I must be.
On top of that, my program is not in the place I have called home for more than a decade: Greensboro, NC. Nope, in 2 short weeks, I will be moving across state lines to the coastal city of Virginia Beach. And I much prefer the mountains!
Along with moving to a new state came the need to sell my precious house, and not knowing how long that would take, I listed it in April. Well, it was under contract in less than 24 hours and closing came 30 days later. So, ever since May 10th, all of my possessions have lived in a POD, and I have lived in an AirBNB (0/10 would recommend), on a cruise ship (yay Alaska) and in two different friends' guest bedrooms (thank you, roomies!!). None of these places accepted multiple cats, so my furry babies have been living at my host mom's house in VA Beach (and thank you very much for taking such good care of them!).
To be honest, I'm tired of living out of a suitcase. I'm ready to unpack all my boxes. I'm ready to hang artwork and drapes. I'm ready to nest!
I never expected to find myself at this defining moment of my life. I am hopeful that 10 years from now I will look back on this decision and say, yes! I took the right path, one that would lead to greater happiness, greater fulfillment, a greater sense of purpose. Right now, I'm admittedly not so sure about all of this and I am trying to control the heck out of this transition period (I mean, months ago I had already secured an apartment, turned on the power, ordered cable, registered for classes and reached out to my fellow Ph.D. cohort - who all seem wonderful, by the way).
So, here I go. Reluctantly. But, I go!
During the search for a new job I found myself searching for a new direction. I embraced a new ambition for my career and realized to achieve said ambition, I needed to go back to school.
Yup.
13 years after graduating from graduate school, and a year shy of turning 40, I made the decision to go back to university to obtain a Ph.D. in Higher Education.
Am I crazy? I must be.
On top of that, my program is not in the place I have called home for more than a decade: Greensboro, NC. Nope, in 2 short weeks, I will be moving across state lines to the coastal city of Virginia Beach. And I much prefer the mountains!
To be honest, I'm tired of living out of a suitcase. I'm ready to unpack all my boxes. I'm ready to hang artwork and drapes. I'm ready to nest!
I never expected to find myself at this defining moment of my life. I am hopeful that 10 years from now I will look back on this decision and say, yes! I took the right path, one that would lead to greater happiness, greater fulfillment, a greater sense of purpose. Right now, I'm admittedly not so sure about all of this and I am trying to control the heck out of this transition period (I mean, months ago I had already secured an apartment, turned on the power, ordered cable, registered for classes and reached out to my fellow Ph.D. cohort - who all seem wonderful, by the way).
So, here I go. Reluctantly. But, I go!
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