It’s Over and Beginning
I spent the morning standing on the corner of 13th and G Northwest in Washington, DC in the pouring rain. I kept pacing around a newspaper box, trying to collect my thoughts. Armed with an umbrella, my cell phone, and my journal with whales on the cover, I made phone calls.
I just needed reassurance that I was doing the right thing. That the decision I made was best for me personally, while also being the right move for my career. Throughout the calls, I weighed the pros and the cons. I shrugged my shoulders frequently saying, “I don’t know if it’s right!” and the revolving characters on the other end assured me that it was.
When I got back to my desk, I googled “How to Resign.”
I have left jobs before, but it’s never been a shock that I was leaving. In fact, I was always clear and honest with my employers when I had life-changing events that would lead me to quit my job, but this was uncharted territory: I was leaving a position after being there for six-months, because it wasn’t the right fit.
I knew that this day was going to be a possibility since February, but there were several delays in the process. Throughout this time, I’ve learned I’m terrible at keeping secrets. But sometimes, life demands that we keep secrets, no matter how badly we want to tell them.
But now, I don’t have to keep secrets anymore. The DC experiment is over, and in two weeks, I’ll be moving for a new job that I’m extremely excited to tackle. It will be complicated, demanding, and finally put my degrees to good use, and I couldn’t be happier.
The job search for me has always been interesting, because I’ve always said I’d be willing to move anywhere for the right opportunity. I applied for jobs in San Francisco, I interviewed with a company in Texas, I had interviews for jobs in Ohio and Maryland, before making my decision.
They say you can’t go home again, but I’m willing to give it a try. See you in two weeks, Chicago.