29 March 2011
and then ...
two weeks ago, the phone rang. and it was them ... those people that make these decisions. they said : mas come to dc and we will give you a job that you weren't even considering because it is so good, we promise it will be better than becoming a sommelier and living in the best state in the country. so, mas says yes, has two interviews, fills out a bunch of paperwork and finds out last week that we are going to dc. we jump and scream and laugh and high five. the job is ridiculous and dc is a CITY, a city with things and people and snow and cherry blossoms. we are to be there no later than july 31. i am excited. mas is thrilled. and frances is ready to walk around where the people are. i ask if maybe we can move SOONER. mas laughs and says no. then the phone rings again, or maybe an email was sent, at this point there are too many changes coming from too many directions i can't quite remember the details. they say, come no later than june 30th. so we are going house hunting.
i'm not going to say that i haven't finally found a way of life in this tiny town. i like my yoga studio. i like the coffee shop that lets me bring frances inside to sit and drink coffee. i like the two block downtown/business district that has a train track (with frequent trains) running down the center. i like the new little deli that opened up around the corner from us that serves ALL LOCAL food and sells dried beans and lentils in bulk and makes their own yogurt. i like the bookstore. i like our new house, i still haven't painted it even. but i am also not going to say that the thought of living in dc makes me so excited i could pee.