In less than about 18 hours, I'll be on a plane flying high across the country on my way to Miami for the second time in my adult life since I interviewed for the job back in...wait?! when was that? February? March? I definitely knew I had the job on my birthday, right? We celebrated that? Well, I certainly knew I had the job at SRCD. So, let's just call it before the end of April. Everything blends together on internship. It really is like some kind of really boring Groundhog's Day style obligation, except every morning my alarm is Sufjan Stevens' "Come on! Feel the Illinoise!", and instead of Punxsutawney, I'm stuck in the CDRC at OHSU.
It is also difficult to remember exactly when I got the job because it all happened so very quickly. I was there for two solid days of interviews, then back on a plane, wondering what the f*ck just happened. I didn't know I had the offer when I'd left FIU, but I had felt really good about the way everything had gone. Then, I was home, dusting off the travel, shaking off the jet-lag, and on my way back to work the next day, when I was told the job was mine if I wanted it. It wasn't even really a question. I needed to take this job, so after some start-up package negotiations, which I really feel landed in my favor on the whole, I had committed. Done deal.
This will be my first real chance to check out the city before moving there. You know, in 31 days. I've finally nailed down some times with 2 realtors, who eventually came around to say, "YES! I am happy to show you some places, because that is my job, and I want your business." I'll be looking at ~8 places, each of which seem pretty decent from the photographs, so we'll see. I don't need a palace, but I do want somewhere that I'll be very happy because I know myself well enough to know that the first year is going to be HARD in just about every possible way. So, I really want my place to be one where I'll feel entirely comfortable. My current place is like that. It isn't much, but I really feel like it is home. It is the place I've lived the longest, since my time growing up in PA. 4 years. 1 place. Home.
I'll be staying with friend 1 of 2. Hopefully, I'll be meeting up with friend 2 of 2 (aka, MY FIRST GRADUATE STUDENT?!). I'll also be meeting up with a dude from OKC who has been particularly helpful in answering my questions. Between the three of them and the realtors, I'm hoping to at least be able to picture something concrete when I think of Miami when I return, rather than the amorphous heat and humidity that I picture now.
I'll be planning to update you all on what I find: good and bad, but probably not until I return. In the meantime, wish me luck, and keep your fingers crossed the hardest for me finding a home.
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