Why, Hello There!

So, I've decided to start blogging. "What is blogging, exactly?" I thought. I have no idea. "What could I write about?" Again, a big nada. "Who would read it?" Probably no one. And that's ok with me. When I was younger, I found writing to be therapeutic. I could put words on a page, sort out my thoughts, or ramble senselessly. And it didn't really matter to anyone else; it just made me feel better. I'm in a strange place in my life, and I could use an outlet for my thoughts. And let's face it: therapy is way too expensive. 


So I think this is where I'm supposed to explain myself a little bit. About a year and a half ago, I decided that my simple, boring life wasn't going anywhere fast. And I was ready for a change. So I started putting my resume out there, and looking for a new job. I wanted to stay in my previous line of work, but at a different level. That's hard to do sometimes, without ending up being relocated. So I found a job where I knew a few people, and they all praised the job, said how much fun I would have and how good I would be, and the best part of it was, I could stay where I was! The application process was long and tiring, and about a year later, I was offered a job! I was so excited! It seemed like things may finally turn my way!


You know that saying, If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is? The long and short of it is, I really enjoy the job. Like, the actual work, the people, the atmosphere. But, I am working for the Government, and as it turns out, they do with you what they want. Not what you want. So even though I had some really compelling reasons to stay in the DC area, I got the surprise of my life when I was told I'd be going to the New York area for the first two year tour. Oh by the way, did I mention that every two years I get to change positions? And locations? And possibly countries? Yeah, that's right. The girl with next to no travel experience is supposed to live overseas at some point in this journey. Let's just say, perhaps I didn't do my research as thoroughly as I thought I had. 


So I left my family, my friends, and the first guy I've truly cared about in a long time, and headed to New York. It was not easy. Heck, it still isn't easy. I try to be the glass-is-half-full kinda girl all the time. But that's exhausting. So my goal here is to be as honest as possible. With you. With myself. So here goes....


This is my story.