All Grown Up

I'm officially moving on to my second post-college job, another teaching position at a private school.

In San Diego. California.

I never thought I would like in California. Ever. Seriously. I was so set on moving to Denver. Days were spent teaching and then coming home trying to find a job, any job, out in the Mile High city. I had even started an application to get my Colorado teaching license, that's how set I was.

But like most things, the unexpected takes hold. I applied to this school in February, before I gave my notice to the school, thinking that I might as well because they had a position listed and a great program. They hired someone else that same month, and I didn't get the job. Went on a fantastic ski trip to Denver, which solidified in my mind that it was the city for me.

And then I got a phone call from the school in San Diego saying the person they hired had to bail on the offer, and they wanted to interview me. That led to them flying me out there, then to me being offered the job. Talk about a whirlwind.

So now my days will be spent researching places to live and getting ready for a brand new adventure. P is moving out there with me, which is a whole different adventure.