A little over a week ago my husband and I ventured out of a hotel in Downtown Brooklyn, down a crowded, dingy street to a typical bagel shop with a terse owner. Later that day my husband was going to interview at a job that until that point we considered a bit of a long shot. We're from Minnesota - kind-hearted, honest types - would these fancy agency people actually take my modest (oh, and by the way, brilliant) husband seriously? We were a little terrified. Where were the tree lined streets? The friendly faces? The yards? Was this insane? But our apartment is so nice with its fireplace, back deck, garage, roomy two bedrooms and breakfast nook. How could we give that up? Our friends! My flock. It feels like I had finally gotten the hang of this adulthood thing.
Within two days of our return my husband had gotten, negotiated and accepted a job offer. A good one. Holy shit. Commence panic. I turned into a bit of a basket case almost immediately. We are going to move from our beloved home to the city that never sleeps in less than a month. Again, holy shit. After a fairly significant freak out I got a much needed email from my dad. The subject was "Brooklyn is not mars". My dad has a way of perfectly summing up situations in this way.
I've moved away before. "You can always move back" is something I know firsthand. But I've never been this happy with my life before. You guys, holy shit. It's all happened so fast I can barely process ALL THE FEELS. I feel like a jerk for responding with "um yeah?" when people ask if I'm excited. Of course I am! And terrified, and stressed and surprised and overwhelmed and...
And I think it's going to be great. Yes, right now it's all OMGWTF - but how cool is this?! What an amazing opportunity! A company is paying for us to move to one of the most sought after places in the world. Yeah, ok I can handle that. My kickass husband got a senior role in a fancy ass Brooklyn agency. Hell ya! It's time for this broad to spread her wings and fly away. But don't worry, the Flock will still stay perfectly intact and ya'll will just be getting more posts from a mega hipster in Williamsburg- that can't be bad right?
In closing, Brooklyn is not Mars. But it is a little scary.