Have you ever had a date circled on your calendar and you spend weeks anxiously waiting for that day, whether it’s a birthday or an anniversary, and then the day comes and you COMPLETELY forget that you were waiting for it to show up?
Well, this week that happened to me.
Last Sunday, while I was away in Minnesota, I passed the two year mark of living on the East Coast. Who knew?! The reason I found out was because one of the Executive Assistants here at work emailed me this morning to wish me a happy anniversary. That’s right – I started work at my company FOUR DAYS after moving across the country. That’s dedication, folks.
Having moved to New Jersey is certainly not something I ever expected to do. Planning on moving to New Jersey is like planning on moving to, I don’t know, Guam or something. It’s not really on someone’s “I NEED to live here list.” But honestly, it’s not so bad. I’m pretty close to New York City (well, helluva lot closer than when I lived in Oregon) and I’m close to other East Coast cities I love, like Boston and Philly. I still loathe humidity, and snow, and sales tax, but hey, I don’t have to pump my own gas! It’s also where I met Erik, who is, in my opinion, pretty awesome. New Jersey may not be the most attractive place to be in and around Newark Liberty International Airport, so I can see how people flying in and out think the Garden State is a misnomer, but drive just an hour north or south or even west and you’ll see some really pretty towns and countryside. And the people, while a little brash sometimes, mean well.
I’m not sure I’ll stay in New Jersey forever (oh God, please, no), but for right now it’s a nice place to be. At least until August. When my lease is up. And then, who knows, maybe I’ll actually make it to the Big City.