The cat's out of the bag. So it's time to tell the truth. I promised a while back I would fill you in on all the details of my "new job" and now is the time. If you haven't noticed, I have been absent from my blog, posting on 1-2 times a week. In a variety of posts I have left subtle hints about what a life-changing decision my job would be. Little did I know how true this would be...

My new job is working for the San Francisco Symphony. Fabulous, right? It's the Symphony! It's San Francisco! However, if you read my blog, you know I live in Seattle. I was offered the job in June, and two weeks later I was on an airplane to California. This means since June I have lived in California, while my husband and nacho-dog stayed in Seattle. Aside from being alone, away from the comforts of home, and missing my best friends (my husband and nacho-dog), there is so much more to this...

So, I didn't get a place on my own. Instead, I have been living with my grandmother in San Jose. This means a 1 hour and 15 minute commute each way. Up at 6:30am and home at 9pm. No more going out at night, staying up late, sleeping in, and so forth. I haven't had time to watch tv, read a magazine, cook dinner, or anything else for that matter.

My husband is still in Seattle, and just told his job this past Friday. He held off telling his job the situation due to a variety of reason; nonetheless, he has been unable to talk to any one in Seattle about the situation. We have both been living in two different worlds. He's waiting to come down to San Francisco, worried about his job situation, and alone with nacho-dog.

Perhaps the worse part has been the run-down of things that happened with in days of moving to California: my uncle passed away and his funeral was the day before I arrived, two days later my husbands grandmother passed away, and two weeks later our dog had emergency surgery that cost upwards of $3000 bucks (the day before our 1 year anniversary). Eww.

Needless to say, it's been an exhausting few months. Still, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

We finally have an apartment. A cute flat in Hayes Valley, walking distance to work, cute shops, and tasty restaurants. I move in September 1, which means no more commuting!

TJ told his job this past Friday. Fingers crossed they will keep him on, and he will work from San Francisco. He loves the Seattle Opera, loves his co-workers, and wants to continue working for them.

And, soon we will be living in a fabulous city. Warmer weather, close to friends and family, and of course, the Oakland Athletics and Raider games. We'll be able to go to ballgames after work, walk nacho in the winter without him freezing, and see friends more frequently. And perhaps the best part, we are selling the car! No more driving. I cannot wait!

I think I will have my husband (and dog) here soon! So things are on their way to being better, I think.