So, this past week has brought about quite a few changes in my life.

1. I was offered a job – and I’m going to take it! I am going to be a real, but low-paid, family therapist. awesome!

2. I am leaving for Costa Rica at 4am. awesome!

3. I have been pretty fed up with my current employer/friend, a little of which has seeped in here, and yesterday everything finally blew up. As expected, when a mutual friend gently and rationally let J know some of the things that I had told her (I knew that she was more loyal to J and that it was possible that it would come out – I was hoping in an appropriate way), she flipped and basically told me “Fuck off! Get out of my sight you ungratefully bitch” as I was leaving yesterday (already a day later than planned because I knew she needed the help). This cements the feeling that I have been doing too much for her for too long and that I need healthier influences in my life. Even if she comes to her senses, I am not going to allow myself to be trampled on and be treated that way anymore. Little things, like working 16 hour days for 8 hours pay, not getting a pay raise during the 3+ years, and basically being treated like an indentured servant are no longer for me. I have moved most of my stuff back in to my car, and needless to say, will not be living here. Which leads me to….

4. I am the master of dealing with crisis. Within one day, I found myself some pretty awesome roommates in a lovely new apartment that includes wonderful things like a dishwasher(!), my own bathroom(!), off-street parking street(!), a great location(!), and lots of light(!) – things that are all massively difficult to find in Beantown. At the moment I really can’t think of any cons about it at all. It’s still a 40 minute commute to my job, but only 12 minutes to S!

The other day my mom said it was exciting that so many people are starting new chapters in their lives (she just got a new job too!), but I feel like I’m ready for a whole new book. This is my introduction into the real, grown-up world. The catalyst was massive love for a man I adore, but I can’t attribute this to him. I was ready for something new. I thought that grad school was going to be totally different, which it was in so many ways (moving away from everyone I knew, settling in a new environment, and becoming good at something I love), but this is a different type of new. At first I was afraid I was going backwards. Returning to somewhere I’d been before, returning to a subpar job situation and just becoming stagnant. But this week that has changed. Yeterday, in the height of my frustration, I was cursing myself for being so stupid as to move for a man who I’m not even living with, but then he called – and I realized that it is worth it. And then I got motivated – and now now everything is wonderful :]