Wait- does this mean I'm a grown-up?

[angelchicken]

Possibly, just possibly, it's all comming together. The move, the job search, the resume, the party and everything else.

I have been so frantic for the past two or three months: Can I get my GG in time? Can I find a job? Is my resume even remotely decent? Are there even jobs to be had? Do I want to live with my mother? Can I really leave GIA? My friends? The Boy?

And, wow, I guess yes. And there are still sucky things. I don't particularily want to leave the Boy or my friends. And I'd be happier if I already had a job. But at the same time, I am not completely flying by the seat of my pants.

I have been phone tagging with this woman from a high-end boutique in Chicago that happens to be hiring. On one of the many missed calles I got her assistant and was told that she (the botique woman) *really* wants to talk to me. Me! Wow! Suddenly I have qualifications, and they're *good*. I'm someone people want to talk to. It's a strange place to be, all told, but I kind of really like it.

And today I found the cutest dress ever at Ann Taylor Loft and it was on sale. I will need a new bra with it, though, as the square neck makes my current bra peek-a-boo.

And there was a street fair on Court St. I do so love a street fair.

Comments

[magarettt.livejournal.com]

You rule. HUGE step, and you're doing it well and with confidence and grace. Well done.

And well done even if you freak out a little. Oh, so very well done.

[nutmeg3.livejournal.com]

I love street fairs, too, except for the fact that I always spend too much money on silly stuff. But that's minor compared to the way everything is coming together for the move. It's so exciting! And Chicago's such a great city, and so livable.