Dear Auntie Dolly (and others) ....

So, I put my two-week notice in at work. I'm going to be leaving and moving to New Orleans. It's pretty exciting, I'll join Matt, who is already down there. He's pretty stoked about it. It's an all new journey, and I've been delaying it a little - spending time at my folk's, and just hanging out with Richard and Joanna.

It seems like unless I'm in the vicinity, it gets hard to know the two of them, or even talk to them too much. Like, I feel like I know them better than ever before, but at the same time, I don't think I know them very well.

The other thing is the whole uncertainty of moving down there. I don't have a job just yet, so that's a little scary. One of the things that's totally weird about our world today is that it's so defined by what you do. One of the first things people ask you is "What do you do?"

Plus, after having worked at a newspaper, I'm not sure I want to do that anymore. It's honestly amazing how many people at work have said they wouldn't work at another paper. What's more than just a little disturbing is how many "exit strategies" people have.

Here's some quotes: "When I leave, I'm deleting this file right here, then they can't use my work for years after I leave."

"I'm going to destroy my computer's harddrive."

"I'm setting a fire and walking away..."

Like I said, scary. Here's another quote, "I don't have a choice, 'cuz I followed my husband here - I've got to stay working until he's out of school. But I'm never going to work for another paper again - you're too smart to do that..."

Anyways, just a weird time - maybe all people just hope for the day they can quit, and seeing someone else leave gives them that window into what could be...

Talk at you later,
Barb.