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I got a job. Not just any job.
I got a job I want, doing something I want to do and could be pretty good at, with people I like at a place I like. I got a job that could well go somewhere. It's the one I was waiting for, I guess.
I'm moving to London as a result of said job.
I found out about it on Friday. It starts on Monday. Yowzer. Am happy, but there's a state of nerves and shock and apprehension and flathunting terror. But there's lots of good stuff; the job, the money said job provides, the fact I'm looking for a flat not just for me but for the girl too. Exhausted, physically, emotionally, but really looking forward to things.
"Yikes" is my best reaction at the moment. Yikes in a good way. |
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