Up, up and away to D.C.

So, you may have noticed a layout change. I'm not sure who "you" is, other than Sam and Molly, who are my only known dedicated readers. But for the sake of rhetoric.

I'm moving to Washington! I'm a real person now, didn't you hear? So, anyhow, I have a job with communications/pr for a publishers trade organization.

Having a plan leads to the inevitable doubts as to whether or not I'm doing the best thing, the "right" thing. One job leads to the next, one move precipitates all the rest, in a chain of events you cannot really prevent or change. Needless to say, I feel intimidated. I turned down a job with a small newspaper in upstate New York, about a half hour from home. Though I opted for a D.C. job more for the city and the people than the job, I wonder if I'm selling out or something. I think this job will be great, the office seems like a very positive and relaxed environment, the people are very nice. Post-graduation, life planning and responsible decision-making are generally panic-inducing. I guess I just expected to be more at ease once the job and house business was set up.

Luckily, I am calming my nerves with love of my parents new puppy, UEFA cup soccer games and more than enough sleep. And a return to running, something that I've desperately been needing to do.