The times, they are a-changin'

My favorite imagination game as a child was house.

Well. Maybe it was Miss America. But for the purpose of this entry, we’ll pretend it was house.

My 15 children and I had it made. In my little head, I was, of course, married to some hunky Baywatch star (perhaps the root of my problems lies in my pre-adolescent passion for all things David Hasselhoff) and the biggest concern I had to deal with was making sure all the babies were fed and diapered at 1:15 p.m. sharp. Even then I liked things to go according to schedule, according to plan.

I resigned from my job today. And the heart of the reason lies in the fact that I’m not just playing house anymore. I’m living it.

Or I was at least until employment cruelly ripped my fiancé out of my arms and into the state of Alabama. Now I’m living some strange version of house that 6-year-old Amy likely could not have wrapped her brain around.

Things are so not going according to plan.

There are reasons beyond Seth of course, as to why I volunteered myself to join the league of the unemployed. Don’t think I’m one of those girls giving it all up for the sake of some man. But for all intensive purposes, those reasons became a bit harder to deal with when the only other person wishing me good night in person day in and day out was Hannaford the Honey Bunny.

Although my mom, for the record, has been pretty fabulous from afar in helping me keep it all together.

So off I go into the great blue, or should I say Southern, yonder.

I’m saying goodbye not just to friends, co-workers and mentors – I’m also bidding farewell to my alma mater, where my education didn’t just grow, but my faith and sense of self did as well. Gone will be the city lights and traffic jams, replaced with Sundays spent on the front porch and visits from Petey the Peacock.

I kid you not.

I could not be more excited, more energized by this monumental change about to take place. Although sometimes I think I've taken my original goal of getting the heck out of Minnesota just a little bit too far.

Although as the Happy Honda steers over the state line come August 31, I may just wet my pants a little.

And oh yeah. I’m unemployed now... well, as of August 27. So what else will I have to do but blog?