When driving home from Denver one night with my friend Cristina, I was asked what I was going to do. In the typical fashion of how these crazy coincidences work out, I declared that I was going to move in Denver anyway, irregardless of a job, and have faith that everything would work out. This is kind of out of character for me, this sort of leaping-before-you-look behavior. I am a bit of a planner, perhaps to a fault. But once I made the decision to begin looking for an apartment in Denver, and let everything else fall where it may, I felt so at peace.
So I found a new place to live, and decided I would commute up to Boulder as long as necessary. Just two days before I moved down here, my financial aid came through from Iliff School of Theology, so that I would be able to go to school full-time, and not have to work to support myself. This was entirely unprecedented, I was not really expecting any financial aid.
When I first moved, I took a few days off work to get settled in. Last Monday afternoon I received a call from a friend who works at a human services agency in Denver. She mentioned that her organization was looking at hiring a temporary case manager until the fall, and would I be interested. The next day I interviewed and was offered the position. After giving all the appropriate people notice, I accepted the job. So my last day in my current position is Friday, April 8th.
It has only been a week, and the commute is already irritating me. But there is light at the end of the tunnel, so I just need to hang on for a few more days.
It has only been a week, and the commute is already irritating me. But there is light at the end of the tunnel, so I just need to hang on for a few more days.
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