It’s been a long time on the alphabet update, I know. The letter J had me stumped for a while, and then I was out of town, and just now – really, NOW – I realized that J stands for Job.
My job for ten years has been variations on the term "librarian." I’ve worked at Louisiana State University, a state school in Iowa (neither of the 2 you probably can name), and Swarthmore College in suburban Philadelphia. And for a long time, I thought I’d be at Swarthmore for a long time – like ten or more years. But one thing happens, and then another happens, and then life decisions get made, and then all of a sudden Amy and the dogs and I find ourselves driving up to Boston on Wednesday night so we can look for an apartment within 30 driving minutes of Wellesley College, where I will start working at my new job in mid-February.
I’m very excited about this change, for a whole slew of reasons. And I’m equally saddened by leaving Swarthmore and Philadelphia. I like my life here, a LOT. My co-workers are wonderful, the campus community – while imprefect – is familiar and comfortable, I’ve got wonderful friends I met through knitting and hockey and work, and Amy and I both have our first purchased homes here. And yet, yet. Boston. 90 minutes to family. Friends from college (Amy) and grad school (me). And a job that’s going to challenge me in all the right sorts of ways, with people who I very much liked at my interview, on a beautiful campus in a lovely suburb outside of an amazing city in a state that will legally recognize a committed relationship between my love and me.
So we were in town for a couple of days and found a dog-friendly apartment in a part of Boston that we both like. Our lease runs till the end of summer, by which point we want to have sold both our houses and found a house to buy somewhere nearer to campus. And I leave soon – in 3 weeks – to start my new job. Amy comes a couple of weeks later, after she’s done with her next spate of classes. I can’t wait!