Not long ago, I was split down the middle as to whether the whole moving thing was for me or not. I love my job, I'm making friends, I can save money I make here, already have in-state tuition discounts, I have a life here. (and a couple other factors.) I saw these things, the opportunity to graduate college sitting on a pile of cash, the comfort of having friends, a steady job, and being near family, and I quickly questioned whether I was making the right decision, and how I would be looked at or thought of if I didn't go as I has said I was. I met with my parents to find out what kind of money expenditure we're realistically looking at, and what was going to have to happen in order for me to go. That meeting was a scary one; I'll be in $2,000 of debt to them, they'll spend money, and it's just quite a task to organize as well. So many things made it an easy out to stay here, but I started to see things here shift, and doors feel as though they were closing. An option had been to stay a few more months, build up some more money, then head out. However, when I talked to my apartment company, my rent was going to sky rocket if I did. Even if I signed a year lease, we're at almost $700 for one person. That's ridiculous, and I see no reason to ask my parents to pay such a thing. Next, management at worked changed; from the ones I really enjoyed, to the old manager who isn't my favorite. I still love my job, and I will miss it so very much, but it was one more thing of permanent change here that made me not want to be here.
I made the decision to continue on the road I had strived for since October/11. While my motivation then, was a man, after visiting the state, I decided man or not that was a place I wanted to experience. I love change, challenge, and adventure. While I do love the security here, the more steps I lay to leave, the more doors open and opportunities knock me away. I've found a school, I'm getting a job transfer, people I know there and on the West Coast are popping up with excitement, and a very dear friend from AU is coming to meet me. I made the call last night to the Ruby Tuesday 20 minutes from the school I chose, and I was pleasantly surprised when the district director answered. I've planned from the start to have two jobs, never questioned it. I've been very worried about supporting myself, until that phone call. I told her what I do at my store, how long I've worked there, etc, and she asked if serving was what I wanted to do. I told her my first question was that stores sales, she told me they were double ours, and I said front of house please! It only got better; she informed me that in the Western most states, servers are paid $8.80+ tips. Here, I'm paid nothing if my tips add up to minimum wage or higher. I didn't know what to say except thank you multiple times.
Mini cutting update.... weight is taking forever to move. I'm over it now, but it'd be cool if it went a little faster. I feel like a boss though, which is more important to me than a number.
Lastly, I'm taking a little summer vacation! I realize I'm moving and that's a vacation in itself, however I love to travel and the opportunity for cheap travel arose! I'm going to visit someone I much enjoy in MI, and meet people that lift with the same group as I. Not to mention my dream to eat at a Ruth's Chris will be fulfilled.
I've heard this song a thousand times, and I love me some Phil Whickham, but in light of my strong worries, I heard this driving home the other day, and I just smiled.
