So I’m going to Kelowna this Thursday.
My boss paid for flights and handled our overnight accommodations, and it’s happening.
We all just decided that we needed to get a better sense of the city and maybe view a couple different houses, see the schools, and just get a better feel of the different neighborhoods etc before we move further with this. Although at this point it’s pretty much green lights all around.
Like guys. I’m moving to Kelowna. For real. Soon. By this time next year I’ll most likely be in a new place.
And I don’t know how I feel. My boss finally let himself get excited today when we finally made the decision that this was happening. That it was going to work for everyone and be a good move, the right move all around. You could totally tell he was happy, well my coworker, J, was too for that matter. But A verbalized it a few times, point-blank saying, I’m getting excited now. And it’s not that I’m not excited. It’s just that I don’t normally show it. I legitimately have Googled, on more than one occasion, and read multiple studies on the traits of psychopaths, just to make sure I’m not one, just because of how emotionless I am sometimes. Don’t worry. I’m not a psychopath… at least according to Google I’m pretty sure I’m not 🙂 But I definitely wasn’t as excited about the move as either one of them.
Do I want to move? Yes.
Would I be okay to stay? Yes.
Am I happy about moving? Yes.
Is it stressing me out? Yes.
Do I think it would be good to move? Yes.
Do I think it would be easier to stay? Yes.
Soooo, you can see my newest issue.
-Macklemore Ft. Kesha/Good Old Days-