This is ‘part two’ of my recap from the past month. If you missed part one, you can check it out Right HERE
So where did I leave off… Oh yes.
B and I spent the first two weeks of June exploring the DC area for a new place. The good news was that the rental we found was in a prime location, and was such a good deal compared to the other apartments we’d toured. The downside was that it meant we’d have to move in about 3 weeks earlier than we had originally planned.
Upon arriving back home to NE, B made a comment to the effect of, “This may be the last time for a long time that we fly into Omaha.” Approximately 2 minutes later, I was a sobbing mess. I had been extremely excited and present throughout our DC apartment hunt. I had been taking in all of the details of the floor plans, scenery, and amenities, but yet was apparently somehow simultaneously emotionally detached throughout the entire process. It is as if I was planning for a life that was years away, but upon arriving to our NE doorstep, it hit me that the countdown to our big move had officially began, and was ticking away at warp speed. I wanted to mope, but sulking wasn’t really an option. We had family visiting in a few days, and then we’d scheduled to head to KC for family photographs shortly after… The pictures turned out really well! Sneak peak: (the actual pictures have been purchased, I just don’t yet have the disc).
Upon our return, I unexpectedly received phone calls for two different job interviews. One was a week away and allowed for a phone interview, and the other was a few days later but required that I interview in person. In person. We had just returned from DC, and I only had a week or two left before we had to move there, and now I had to book a flight, and a car, and hotel and head out once again….and wouldn’t it figure that the in-person interview fell on the exact date of a concert that I had been planning to attend with my girlfriends as one last hoorah?
Poor pity me, right? Two job interviews for a gig that’s pretty tough to snag. I should have been ecstatic. The fact that I wasn’t ecstatic made me question quite a few things about whether or not this was something I should pursue. With hindsight being what it is however; I think my lack of enthusiasm had more to do with the fact that:
1: having a potential job lined up made it that much more real that I was leaving some of my favorite humans and 2: I would now have to spend my days cramming over state law and prepping for my interviews instead of making a few last ditch memories with friends.
My phone interview went ok, but I had a hard time reading the in-person interviewers. As I waited in the airport during my 4-hour delay back home, I remember thinking, “Well, I did all that I can do. If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out, and I’m so completely fine with that.” B had been so extremely supportive throughout the process, which definitely helped to relieve some stress.
…and then two days later I got two job offers.
So I guess it was probably a good call that I picked flying out for the interview over the Bruno Mars concert. Although I heard Bruno put on quite the show.
I deliberated a bit between the two offers before making my decision. I don’t start for a few weeks, but I’m getting really excited about it!
The last couple days.
So after all of the back and forth. Only a few days remained before our cross-country journey. I soaked up as much time with friends and family that I could. I used up an old gift certificate to do the now extremely popular canvas/wine painting experience and got dolled-up for a friend’s ah-mazing Coachella-inspired party. Check out her blog for all the details and more pictures: Backyard Coachella Party
Seriously. Check out her blog for more pictures from the party. They had everything. Hula-Hoops, Yard games, a huka, amazing snacks, a root beer float station (with vanilla vodka if you so desired), and these amazingly fun temporary tattoos: Backyard Coachella Party. They also planned the absolute sweetest ‘send-off’ where B and I ran through an arch of sparklers (like we did on our wedding) and then lit a lantern that narrowly caught everything in its path on fire… but that’s neither here nor there.
Goodbyes are for the birds.
The night before we left we had dinner at B and I’s favorite Omaha Mexican Restaurant with some of our favorite Omaha people. It was quite honestly pretty surreal. I wanted the night to last longer, but we still had a few things that needed to be done… which included crying, packing, drinking our “saving this for a special occasion” wine that we received when we got engaged, and reminiscing about our favorite Nebraska memories.
Since my husband’s gig is requiring us to move, they hired a moving company for us. B was there to “supervise” so my job was to take Georgie and sit on various outdoor patios. It was rough, but somehow I managed.
As the movers loaded up the last few boxes, I said
goodbye see you later to the first friend I met in Omaha. She and I have been through so much together over these past years, and I couldn’t have survived much of it without her constant positive perspective and support. I’m just so thankful to have had the time in Omaha that I did, and even more grateful to have technology like Facetime so that we can sit around and drink wine and chat even though we are now in different time zones.
B and I finally hopped on the highway and waved goodbye to Nebraska, which thus began our week-long road trip to DC. Our first stop was Missouri to say goodbye to more friends and family, and then we were off to Nashville, Charlotte, and Virginia Beach before we reached our permanent destination. More to come on our road trip soon!