Nat Geo, Here I Come!

Alright. So I know I somewhat violently heaved all of the pain from my body and onto your newsfeeds a couple of months ago. As I told my new pen pal recently: like a chimpanzee at the zoo I think I sometimes just have to throw my shit out there and see what comes back. And what came back to me from that post was a tsunami of love, care, and commiseration that knocked me off my feet. A long lost friend called me from Morocco, I gained a couple of new pen pals, and I was cocooned in a blanket of sweet messages in many other forms. I don't know how I'll repay you all, but I promise I will do my best to at least pass it on.

Even though I don't believe in a higher power, or a defined destiny, or a brick road we're following, I do believe in a brick road we're each laying for ourselves as we go along, piece by piece, with the help of our friends and loved ones. So after a few weeks of tearfully mourning running out of bricks and/or mortar for my path, I suddenly realized: if I know anything about anything it's that the universe is about balance; it's about equilibrium. And if that's true, then this raw and terrible capability of being turned inside out and ripped open at the seams by my sorrow must also mean that I am capable of being turned inside out and ripped open at the seams by my joy.

That realization led me to take a wild chance and reach out to someone I barely knew, who was absolutely astonished, because she had been about to reach out to me too. This person then magically, like my goddamn fairy godmother, gave me the exact connections I needed to make my road go where I've always dreamed of it going; the definition of serendipity. Universe, you wonderfully bipolar bitch.

So if she at some point decides I owe her my firstborn child I might give it to her, because it is with giant, gushing, disbelieving tears of happiness now that I tell you all: I've accepted a position as a Production Assistant with National Geographic and I will be moving to Washington D.C. at the beginning of July. I can't even believe those words just came out of me truthfully and not while I'm daydreaming in the shower, but they actually, really did.

I'll be lowest on the totem pole and probably pretty poor for a while, but National Geographic is something I didn't actually think I would ever attain so I truly cannot believe my luck.

Again, thank you everyone who held my hand through the crying, and the whining...and the crying. I would be a puddle of goo without you.