Announcement time: I have a job in Chicago! After a lot of interviewing and hoping nobody would call my former employers who would rat me out for quitting with no notice, I have managed to secure a full-time, grown-up position at a big company downtown that pays decently more than any of my previous positions and offers full benefits. Score!
This means I am now on Phase 1 of Operation: Rebuild My Life. Three months ago, I had several different ideas about what I would do with my life at this point:
Option 1 – Get a new job in Chicago and move back to the city.
Option 2 – Go back to school, get a master’s degree, and teach English/Women’s Studies/Art History.
Option 3 – If I can’t manage to do either of the first two, get a job nearby and find an apartment in the burbs. I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this.
Option 4 – Escape troubles by teaching ESL in Italy for a year. Return home with no savings to same troubles.
Option 5 – Fuck it all and move to California. (It’s been my dream for a long time.)
While I do hope figuring out what I really want to do for a career and teaching and moving to California are still in my future, Chicago is a good start. I’m reclaiming my identity in the city. This time around I am doing it for me, to make friends, join the gay community, volunteer for causes I am passionate about (including LGBT youth programs, women’s advocacy and immigration), make art and fall in love. You know, enjoy life. Which is not what I was doing before. Before, I was sitting on my ass at home watching Arrested Development and limiting myself.
So this new job starts next week. If all goes well, the next Phases of this Operation are as follows:
- Save a little money (enough to move out on, but no more, because I cannot stand to live in my parents’ house for a second longer than I have to – every day spent here is another day in the closet).
- Locate and buy a car, because I do not feel like lugging all my groceries home on a bus in 4 ft. of snow.
- Make friends in the city, meet potential roommates, find a roommate. Find acceptable housing.
- Move back to the city. Yay for labeled boxes.
- Establish myself as a member of the LGBT community and start dating when the opportunity presents itself. No need to rush this one. I care more about making friends at this point.
- Travel the fucking world! (No, really. I’m already penciling in “wine tour of California” on my calendar for October. There is no reason I shouldn’t go.)
So, Phase 1 is going to be rough. It’s going to be almost 3 hours of commuting by train every day, an hour and a half each way. Fun times. But it’s only temporary, and the commute should kick my ass toward moving out.
Also, I realized the other day that I have absolutely no work-appropriate clothes whatsoever that reflect my current style – no thank you to flowy dress pants and icky light pink sweaters – so I’m heading out to the mall tomorrow to pick out some professional attire that screams “GAY” but not too loudly. 😀
The next tricky part is going to be finding a good lesbian-friendly roommate. To be completely honest, I really have no interest in living with a straight girl, or with men. So…a lesbian I’m not attracted to would be perfect. Someone who wants to be friends and hang out, not just share the rent. Any suggestions?