Time, ever present and ever changing, has made its presence known in my life this week. Prior to the collapse of the financial world, Zephyr Management arranged for the company-wide meeting to be held in London. Friday I walked through the security check I'd stumbled through, blind from lack of sleep and dizzy from excitement, two and a half years ago. Going through the same gate and boarding the same airlines, I felt lost in a time warp. But this time, instead of continuing my travels to Scotland, I disembarked in Heathrow. My brief stay flew by, drowning in rain and company gatherings. What little time I found for myself involved an incredible amount of alcohol (welcome back to the UK!), walks in the rain, and short naps. It was only on my final day that I was able to find a decent amount of time to myself as well as sunny weather. It was then I fell in love. London is not Edinburgh and, thank goodness, it is no New York. The immense sense of history while walking around London is what I miss in New York. Just some sense of history is what I seek. New England is wrought with history while Oregon, be it a new state, promotes the Oregon Trail at every bend.
Once returned to New York, I realized I really do not enjoy my living situation in the least bit. Combined with a CEO in a bad mood, which manages to put the rest of the office on edge, circumstances had me dreaming of leaving and finding something new. Spurred on by irritation, I checked craigslist for jobs in San Francisco and the first job I saw made me stop looking. It is the perfect job. Actually, they are the perfect jobs. Summer Search has two positions open in San Francisco: events coordinator and grants writer. I would kill to have either. And I have connections to Summer Search. Although I'm not sure that they will help. My boss, the crabby CEO one, is on the board of directors. Fabulous! Not exactly the "in" I would like. But at least I attended a fund raiser for Summer Search this fall. That may help?
Who knows what the future may hold, I certainly know what my past held, and I am quickly learning I'm not quite sure I like what my present holds. I suppose it's time to "flush my crabbies down the toilet" as my mom would say, and get up and move on. If it's not what I want, it's time to make it...easy enough, right? Now I only have to discover what it is I want.
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