Mrs. Claus

I’m making a list and checking it twice.  Since I’ll be losing my health insurance in a little over 100 days I’m making as many doctor’s appointments as I can. That means, the Nephrologist, the OBGYN, primary care physician, hematologist, and anyone who has ever had their hands on both my medical records and my physical body at the same time.  Shoot! I forgot the dentist!

I was canceling my gym membership as well as my internet and home phone this morning. The conversation with the woman from the phone company went something like this:

Her: Why are you canceling your subscription?
Me: I’m moving cross -country
ME: Ha ha, thanks.
Her: That’s really great! I wish you the best of luck! That sounds like so much fun!!!

I was on the phone with one of my friends the other day and she was trying to explain that a lot of people want get in their cars and go, they just don’t.  I guess I’m lucky that way.  I don’t have too many voices discouraging me from living out my insane desires. I must admit a little terror creeps in each day.  Is this what I really want?  The reality of the situation often sneaks in and takes a nap right next to terror on some days.  I’m really making a move without a plan.

What’s interesting is that since I’ve stopped sending out my resume and applying for jobs I’ve gotten more calls/emails for interviews than before.  They’re from all over the country.  I don’t know if that has anything to do with my vocalization of “I’m going to take my steps and let God build the bridge as I walk,” or not. All I know, is that it’s nice.  The not worrying part. Someone is taking care of me.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

My interview with Seattle went really well. Crap! I have to send a follow-up thank you email. If nothing is set in stone by the time August 1st rolls around I’m just going to get in my little Impreza and drive.

I just wonder where I’m going to shower.