On Friday I hinted towards the existence of some mega-excitement in my life. It sort of appeared unexpectedly, creating a huge twist in my current existence, knocking me a little bit for six and causing jitters of trepidation and wonder all at once.
On Saturday, this mega-excitement was met with its most appropriate accompaniment. As if the jam landed perfectly on top of the peanut butter.
The wonder-trepidation dichotomy continues, but in a more controlled sort of manner.
Disclaimer: I am approaching both of these things with a lot of caution; life changes, people un-make decisions, choices which seem amazing don't always work out the way you hope - the traffic lights are still very much on amber, and they won't turn green until late September, if at all. I'm ok with this.
On Friday, much sooner that I thought these things could happen, I got a phonecall from the company I'd interviewed with only two days before. They told me that the job was mine if I wanted it, and to phone them back later that day to confirm a start date. I put the phone down, trembling, and phoned my Mum. No answer. I phoned my Dad. No answer. It was such an unfamiliar situation. After much deliberation (by no means is the overall situation ideal), I phoned them back that afternoon and confirmed a start-date of September 20th. The day I'll step onto the first rung of a career in publishing, with a mega-amazing company who can help me get exactly where I previously daredn't dream I'd go. Seriously, the publishing house was incredible; I'd need a whole post just to talk about the book shelf that I spotted on my way to the interview room!
Then, on Saturday, everything fell into place. We viewed and fell in love with a house, and put forward an application for it straight away. If all goes to plan, I'll be falling into bed in my dream home after the long days in my dream career. I'll be cooking soup in a humongous kitchen, sitting with Daniel around the table on a Sunday with the door open to the back yard, loungfing outside in the evenings while drinking wine amongst baskets of lavendar and tubs of tomatoes. Lining my books on shelves that reach as high as the very high ceilings. Simply crossing the street to take leisurely evening walks by the river, nipping to my favourite whole-foods shop for organic soap or bags of dried fruits, stopping by the beer and wine shop when I fancy a treat.
Suddenly, a real life materialised in my future, sitting waiting for me in mid-September, coaxing me out of the comfortable student paradise into real-time independance and responsability. I felt so ready for it, but now I'm holding onto the final weeks of this comfort that remain - who knows where life will go in the next six months!