About 8 years ago, a position opened up at the newspaper in my hometown. I applied and interviewed, and was offered the job. I turned it down, because my girlfriend at the time convinced me to do so. Last night, while perusing the job opportunities section of the paper's owner, I saw a similar position available. Sent in the resume, cover letter, and references this morning, and through some family connections, got some good words back.
If I'm offered the job this time, I'm taking it. It means moving back to my hometown of about 2500 people, and giving up all the great stuff that I love so very much about Lexington. It means losing a lot of time and privacy with Erin. It means some massive changes in my life for the next couple-three years. It also means formal professional writing experience on my resume, and that's something I've really wanted for some time now.
It means a move. Repacking everything that I've unpacked in the last twelve days, putting a lot of my goods into storage for a while, and readjusting to a very very different lifestyle. It means paying a sizable fee for breaking my shiny new lease.
But I feel it'll be worth it. My relationship with Erin will survive. The drive to see her will just take a little longer, and our time together, if it does lessen, will be sweeter. I'll have some new experiences, and those will lead to better things.
Wish me luck, people. More information as I get it.