Soul Coughing.

For years now I have wanted nothing more but to move down past the mason dixon line and down in the DC, MD, NoVA area. I have really close friends and family there and there's something about that area that when I am there it just feels like home to me.

It's not just an occasional feeling either.
Since I have been a single lady (ow ow!) the capitol region has been a big part of my life.
I think since October, I have been down there to visit friends or for work at least once a month. A couple of weeks ago, I spent 49 hours on the campus of the University of Maryland Baltimore County completing a training institute. When I touched down in Baltimore early on that Tuesday morning, the feeling swept over me once again. Familiar with it now, I didn't cry, as I sometimes do. Tears of JOY! Joy people. I had the privilege to meet people in my field from all around the Mid- Atlantic region and it got me more excited to move to the region.

Internets- It's time to face facts. I don't feel this way about Boston anymore.
My mother thinks I am crazy. That a bird in hand is better than two in the bush.
Yes she actually said that.

She just doesn't understand and she's worried that I am going to make a rash decision.
I have a really good job, an extensive and supportive and wonderful group of friends here.
I am lucky. Seriously lucky.
But I'm tired.

I am sure that a lot of it has to do with the fact that I spent a lot of my time living in Boston with a partner. There are memories at almost every corner, every bar, restaurant, T station of that relationship. I do not want to run away from those memories and I have no regrets.

I just need a change.

Last night a friend of mine told me about a job that I would be interested in at NYU.
I know what you're thinking, NYU is not MD. Not DC. Not NoVA.
But something is drawing me to the position.

NY is my home. Where my family lives. Most importantly my elderly grandmother (she'll be 87 in just over 2 months). I've been away from her and them almost 10 years, and I am tired of missing out.

If I were to move home for a few years, this is the time to do it.
I don't see myself living in NY forever, although you never know what's in store for you on this cray journey of life.

I just know that I would love to be around to see my grandmother more, go to museums and baseball games with my mom, hang out with my 16 year old cousin and go to his HS graduation, see old friends and make new ones.

Sometimes things happen for a reason.
I'm going to go check out that job posting.
I've got a lot of soul coughing to do.
Get ready for a crazy ride.


Sorry if you though this post would be dedicated to the band Soul Coughing. Although I do enjoy such songs as "Soft Serve", "Circles" and "Super Bon Bon". It's just a name I use for thinking or soul searching.