Charlotte story number one begins in February this year. I decided I wanted to make a change. I wasn’t exactly sure what brought on the feeling, but morale was low in the workplace, and it was affecting me more than I should have let it. So I began the job search. At first, it was just to have something to do. To me, there’s no better feeling than sending out my resume. It makes me feel accomplished. I figured I’d just keep an eye out for now just to “see what was out there.” But after spending one Friday night at home applying to jobs, this feeling started to take root. All of a sudden, I wanted to find something and leave town as soon as possible. I could sense the new adventure right around the corner, and I was more than ready for it.
I knew that if I was going to change jobs, there was no reason for me not to change everything with it. I had nothing holding me to Nashville. And Nashville was the only city in TN I was willing to live in, so this was going to be a big change. It was just me and the bunnies, and the world was my oyster once again. Since I knew I’d be looking out of state, I didn’t expect anything to happen soon since it took so long for me to find the job I had when I came from MS. I was wrong.
The very first job I applied to was in Charlotte, NC, Nashville’s sister city. And out of the six I applied to that night, this was the only one I heard back from. They wanted a phone interview. We scheduled the interview, it went well. I came to Charlotte for an in-person interview, and the rest is history. I was offered the job February 28 and turned in my two weeks to Healthways on April 1. My coworkers thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t. No April Fools here!
I found a place to live and scheduled my move-in day for April 21. I had help scheduled as well in the form of my Aunt and Uncle, Pam and Rusty, and a friend in Charlotte who eventually became my ex boyfriend. He will become a recurring character in a few of these posts, so we will call him C.
For my last Saturday night in Nashville, Meagan and I decided to break away from the norm and stay in for the night since Sunday was packing day and she was being so kind as to help me load up the U-Haul … just kidding, we went out for one last night of drinking, dancing, shame and regret. AKA: the usual shenanigans commonly known to us as a typical Saturday night.
We had a great time, as usual, and I think we actually went home early. We managed a much more grown-up night of drinking/dancing minus the shame/regret. I was proud of us.
Anyway, after one last Sunday morning brunch, we had to go pick up the U-Haul. This was interesting because I had to drive that huge truck over a mile back to my apartment. I was terrified and looked ridiculous–Meagan laughing at me the whole way, but I managed to get it backed into my front yard without incident. Score!
We spent the next few hours hauling all my junk out the door and into the U-Haul and trying to pack it as neatly as possible. Neither one of us had any idea what we were doing when it came to packing that much stuff for a long trip, but Rusty helped straighten things out the next morning. He and Pam are pros at packing U-Hauls, thank goodness.
|My life in a box.|
In less than 24 hours, I was ready for the next chapter of my life. Not overwhelming at all.