For those of you who haven’t heard, Dallas and I are preparing to relocate to the Washington, DC metro area in the next couple of weeks. He’s accepted a contract researcher position on an encyclopedia project in his field that he’s worked on before; I will be transferring with my current company while putting out feelers for jobs in history/museums/libraries/archives/education. (I’m not picky, but I’d love to be doing something that uses my degree!)
Growing up in Michigan, I didn’t see a lot of pollen. I might’ve sneezed a few times. Georgia’s pollen game is ridiculous. It’s disgusting, and it’s everywhere. As a result, I am miserable right now.
Everything is just go, go, go, and I had to look at my phone this morning to see not just the time, but the day and date. Work has kept me busy, as have things at home.
I’ve survived my six-days-straight-at-work thing, though not without some problems.
I had yesterday off of work–the first Saturday I’ve had off in two months. It was a very early morning with a lot of driving, and ended up being a long day spent in Savannah (well, and in the car going to and from, and back home afterwards) with Dallas’ cousin Mary Alice and some of her bridesmaids.
Today’s post is coming to you from my backyard. Days like this always remind me of that one time it got up to about 80 in March in Mount Pleasant and people were sunbathing on Warriner Mall. (It’s only 45 at home today. Sorry, guys.)
If you’d asked me five years ago where I’d be today, I wouldn’t have had the slightest clue that I’d be where I am. Around this time five years ago, I was preparing to take the GRE and working on my application to graduate school. I had combed through dozens of postings for museum jobs around the midwest that I would’ve been well-qualified for, except that I didn’t have my master’s degree yet. (And go figure, by the time I got my MA two years later, those jobs had all dried up.) I wouldn’t meet Dallas for nearly a year and a half. A lot has changed.