I have talked to a few of you more recently than others, but I'm going to go with the lowest-common-denominator here, and assume you all haven't heard from me in a damn long time.
I'm still happy, employed and living in San Francisco... for the moment. It kinda feels like any of those things might change with very little notice these days though, which bears some explanation.
Sarah, the amazingly talented woman that she is, has been accepted to Columbia for their MFA program in theatre. It's a ridiculously exclusive thing to get into, being that they only accept 18 students per year, and that's out of several hundred that audition. I'm very excited for her. :)
However, this basically means that I'm facing the rather difficult position of moving to NYC or living in SF without Sarah for at least the next 3 years. It doesn't take long for me to decide that the former is definitely better than the latter. I don't want to leave SF. I love my job, I love my apartment, I love my bay area friends... I'm comfortable here. I still feel like there's so much of life in CA that I haven't even begun to take advantage of it all. And yet I'm leaving.
I'm hoping to be able to keep my job and simply get a transfer to the NYC office. I give it about a 50% likelihood of happening. It almost certainly won't happen at the same time that Sarah needs to be in NY for school, which will mean some sort of staged migration... her probably going to NY first, and me following along whenever I can. Hopefully not too long thereafter. [hope hope]
I have jokingly commanded gut that he will move to NYC with us and be our roommate. He agreed, so uh... assuming he's not lying, that's at least a bit of a bonus for my NYC move. It'll also be nice to see the rest of my NYC peeps. Perhaps give me a chance to re-forge some neglected friendships.
I'm definitely not looking forward to having real winters again. I thought I'd escaped snow once and for all. [sigh]
I've made some amazing friendships here. It'll be very hard to see those dwindle with the whole time/distance thing. Despite my percieved ability to make friends quickly, it still feels like it takes a long time to build up a list of friends to the point where I feel comfortable.
That's an odd thought. I require a rather lengthy list of friends in my vicinity before I feel comfortable. I wonder what the critical number is? Weird.
It's late, I should get to bed. Perhaps I'll post more soon, since there is, in fact, more to post...