Going to the interview

Well, after thinking about it, I think I’m going to take the opportunity to go for the interview. No, it doesn’t really follow my rules for moving … but this is a great opportunity to be in a position and gain the experience I would not be able to get in many other places. And you’ve got to start somewhere, right?

My parents are very much against me even considering the position. They’re concerned about the isolation from any “big city,” the small town atmosphere, and the harsh winters – something I’ve never really experienced before. Personally, I’m scared of the 3 hr. drive to the city from the airport in the rental car. I don’t have much experience driving in snow, or in temperatures below freezing. Hopefully there’s cell phone coverage along the highway if I end up getting in trouble.

Tonight a friend is taking me “out on the town.” We used to go out a lot a few years ago, when we were both single. Now, we find ourselves both single again, so I’m pretty excited. Although I went to a pub with another friend last night (just bought one drink special for $4), and I felt so old and ancient and frumpy compared to all the young, drunk, obnoxious people surrounding us. Girls are dressing so scandalous these days!