So, I've been talking for a very long time about my plans of going back to DC. I had many, many disappointments and many obstacles along the way. I am finally in a place where a clear plan can come into the picture and I can make the moves to get back to where my heart belongs. Stoked.
I had some circumstances that were making me think staying here for the summer would be the way to go. Those changed, which was a super awesome surprise, and opened the door for me to go sooner. I have to hang around until the semester ends at least, but I'm blessed to have the option if I so choose.
The plan is to kick the job search into high gear. I applied with my dream organization, Wounded Warrior Project, a few weeks ago and haven't heard anything yet. I know the review process is super slow due to the number of positions they have open throughout so all hope is not lost. If I don't get on with them now, I know without a doubt I will in the future. I'll begin applying for similar "dream" jobs with organizations specializing in veteran support as well as law firms where I can use my legal studies skills to my benefit. Once I cover those bases over the next couple weeks, I'll start going to the regular, everyday, earn a paycheck jobs. The ones that will be more obtainable. The ones that will require I really be up there and ready to work right away.
The plan as it stands right now is to move up in the beginning of May or stay here for the summer and move in the beginning of August. It all depends on the job search in DC. In addition, I'm having to browse housing options. That's tough. With Piper, my options become increasingly small. I have lived in a house for quite some time now. I can't stand the idea of an apartment, but obviously I have to do what I have to do. I am not worried about this aspect, but it will become really intense if I get a job without housing...but they go hand in hand. I know God's got it under control.
Anyway, it's super exciting and scary at the same time. I've been wanting this for so long, not believing it would ever really happen again. It's crazy to know this move could potentially be my very last. I know I'm a rambler. I don't ever grow roots, but that's the one thing I want to stop. I do want to be still. I want to grow roots. I want to start a life somewhere and be done. DC is that place for me.
Pray for me. Pray God opens doors. He has already, so I don't doubt he will continue to. Finding the right job or obtaining the position that leads to my dream career where my heart can soar, is all I'm waiting for.