Not just a river in Egypt

My mom mentioned to me today how odd it will be to wake up in just a weeks time and no longer have to report to my job.  She then gently also mentioned, unsolicited, yet appreciated, "that job has been your life, what will you do next?"  My life?  Hmmm, how true this statement is.  I do not know if it is the same for others but I have thrown myself into this rather interesting career judging my mood, my days worth, often my self worth, on a job well done.  And now poof!  It's gone, but I know that means  my life will now flourish.

I believe when Eric left for Dubai he mentioned something of having a quarter life crisis, it was all in jest, but I now somewhat relate.  Although I do not feel in crisis at all, rather just the opposite.  I feel oddly calm.  The contents of my house are literally strewn about everywhere.  My friend told me that of course my house is a mess, I am packing, but the clutter in my room does not amount to organized,  constructive packing.  Am I ignoring the transitional weeks ahead?  The exciting weeks ahead!?  I tend to be a worrier, but I am not really worried.  Maybe in denial?  Speaking of which I would like to see the Nile.  And with this move that is not such a long shot anymore, but I think I need to give Egypt some time to cool off first.

The U-Haul will be packed up and ready for cross country travel in 9 days.  I hope I will be too.

So in this next week I will start to say my good byes.  The ladies are headed to the baseball game tomorrow, and hopefully I will get a proper ERAC send off on Friday, then I will pat my dog, and hug my roommate and take off in the same direction I came in.  Only this time I am going to head a little farther East.

Three of the Four Ladies of ERAC

Who's Counting?! I am.

So I arrived back from the snowy midwest today and I cannot tell you how fabulous 70 degrees feels at 8:00 at night.  I do not think I have quite wrapped my mind around everything in the fact that in literally three weeks I will have packed up my last five years and hauling it out to sit in my mom's attic in North Carolina.  I am going to hang with my lovely mother and then "We're Going to Miami."  Along with some truly phenomenal ladies, we are having ourselves a little Du-Bye Goodbye and Adult Spring Brake 2011!!  And it yes count them, count 'em 59 days I will be hightailing it out to the Middle East.  Dubai be ready a red head is a comin'.

So I have decided to chronicle this adventure.  There are a lot of major components going into this little concoction of fun and excitement.  Number one, I do not know if you heard me but I am moving to Dubai, the Middle East, the place that sends my grandparents shuttering.  Number two, I need to find a job in this strange land of camels, outlandish architecture, and a not so booming economy (although more booming than here in the states).  Number three, I am moving in with my most very favorite person, my boyfriend, who has been living out there for the last two years.  Needless to say I have a very full plate.  But I also never lack an appetite so win, win.

One of the most exciting opportunities that will undoubtedly present itself is some truly awesome travel.  Already on the docket: Sri Lanka (yes Eric, the beach this time and I will protect you from the monkeys), Turkey, Thailand (the islands Mom, not the scary parts), and the list will only grow longer.

As for my title, A Hollywood Ending, I will explain in future posts.  But as usual after a trip with Eric I am truly inspired to pump up my life, lower my reality tv intake, and live.  Stay tuned.