At a cross ro-ads. And so damn overwhelmed that an intravenous sedative might not be out of the question.
by Ashley Weeks Cart
In six weeks our lives are going to look a little something like this:
Yeah, that’s right. That there in the background is snow. Frosty, cold-like-death snow. That we’re moving to.
WHAT?! WHY?!? I take it back! I don’t wanna! Make the bad man go away!
Okay, whew, that’s been occurring ever since I committed to this drastic life decision at the end of last week. I may have ugly cried for two days straight at the thought of leaving 70 degrees of perfect perfectness and the most delectable Mexican food this country has to offer for the wintery hibernation of Massachusetts. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW I’M FEELING ABOUT MASSACHUSETTS! Ah, the irony of receiving a job offer in my-former-favorite-state literally a DAY after its fall from grace.
But they still have Dunkin Donuts. So that’s worth something.
In all seriousness, I am overall thrilled that I’ve been offered a marvelous job opportunity in my collegiate motherland- that’s right, a return to Billsville, the Berkshires. Just 5 years after my graduation, I’m returning to that very institution, with my family in tow. Williamstown is a magical place for me and James. The place where we fell in love. The place where we were married. And a place we’ve dreamed about raising a family. We didn’t intend that dream to happen quite so soon (did I mention that I’M NOT READY TO LEAVE CALIFORNIA?!), but when the opportunity presented itself, we just couldn’t resist.
It’s all totally overwhelming to think about packing up and moving 3,000 miles, while finishing my Master’s thesis, while James works full-time, with an 8-month old… IN LESS THAN SIX WEEKS. But we’re young, and resilient, and will come out the other side. AM I RIGHT?!?!
Don’t ask me how. Just check back in six weeks and see for yourselves.
In the meantime, I gots to get packing. And yes, I will be sharing with you all in the coming weeks my pro and con list for life in MA versus CA, because I heart lists. Like a lot. And man, does a move sure allow for a hell-of-a-lot of list writing.
See, there’s a pro!
Ashley! The snow is not that bad!!! When you come back to the Bluster North East and have settled in give me a call. We now have 8 dogs, more than enough to take you and your whole family out for a ride in the lovely SNOW! Get your parka ready, the high for Saturday is a whopping 7 degrees… – Bea in Ver”mont.
Congrats on the new job!! What are you going to be doing there?? Do planes fly into Western Mass during the winter season…. jk…
I’m really excited at the prospects of the little one joining the ranks of the Williamstown “Kids on a rope” squad…an elite selection of toddlers…
My brother and his wife are in love with western mass …and maybe contemplating moving there….
So this means you can come to BlogHer10 in NYC then right? RIGHT???
I love the East Coast during the late spring, summer, and early fall….it’s just that the winters seem SOOO long.
Congrats on the job though!!! Were you looking at positions out here, or did they find you?
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