The job is about 75% travel; 85% domestic and 15% European. I've never started a travel job while in a relationship (if you read my book, you know I met B.H. while on the road), but Mike and I are determined to make it work. I will miss him, of course, and there's a part of me that can't bear to leave this gorgeous house we've put together. But this job seems like a great fit for me--I'll be sooooo happy to do training again instead of sitting in a goddamn cubicle all day doing technical writing--and my new boss seems cool as hell.
I start on November 7, which is excellent since I still have a couple of glorious work-free weeks. I'm pretty psyched about it--you know me, I love to travel--but in the meantime I am soaking up every minute at home with my beloved, doing the final touches on the house and just enjoying each other.
I'm really going to miss our daily walks. Here are a couple of pics from our walk yesterday.
Las Vegas is picture perfect this time of year, and we've been lucky lately since there's been no wind. When you have shitty, fragile hair like mine, the wind is not your friend. I didn't have a good hair day for the whole year B.H. and I lived in Wyoming and believe me, that is not good for your self-esteem.
Funny, I've been thinking a lot about B.H. lately, I think because I'm so incredibly happy these days. I would never have made it out West had it not been for him, I really believe that. In my book, I was pissed when a spiritual teacher told me that some people come into our lives as boats, to take us from one place to another. Like everyone who marries someone they're crazy about, I expected it to last forever. I didn't marry a goddamn boat.
When I first met B.H. I was also in a very happy time of life; I remember telling him I was at the top of the Ferris wheel. Then within a couple of years we had been married and divorced, and I totally felt my life was in the shitter. How could it take such a dive? It was so hard for me to understand, and I blamed him.
Now it's obvious to me that he was the perfect boat and once he took me to my destination, he really did need to go his own way, as painful as that was. He forced me to rebuild and dammit, I did. And I'm pretty, pretty, pretty (Larry David) happy about the way things are turning out.
|I'm on top of the world!