Remember back in January when I talked about The Hobbit and how I felt like I was getting ready for an adventure? Well, my adventure showed up, and what a ride it has been.
Back in March, things blew up at my job. Long story short, by the end of March I didn't have a job. And while it hurt a bit, I wasn't as torn up about it as I expected. And in April, a job that sounded really wonderful opened up. I had had my eye on library jobs in Wyoming for a while, and this one was for a Children's Programming Manager in Converse County.
Well, things moved, albeit slowly, and I interviewed in May. I had prayed a lot about it and thought this would be the perfect fit for me, but I was also in that strange place of peace, no matter if I got it or not.
And I didn't get it.
But they DID offer me a position as Public Relations & Information manager. Apparently, my skills over the years (working in Communications, writing, my degree, etc) and my engaging personality made the library director feel like I would be the perfect person for the job. It was in Wyoming, in a small town (both things I was interested in), and the pay was right. So I accepted.
So I packed up my entire life and moved up to Converse County, Wyoming. I work for the county library (which has two branches, one in Douglas and one in Glenrock). Turns out housing in Douglas is almost impossible to get (if you rent), so I ended up finding an apartment in Glenrock.
I went from living in a city of half a million to living in a state that barely has half a million. My new home towns have 6,000 and 2,500 respectively.
Talk about culture shock.
And I'm loving it.
For the first time in my life, I have my own space. I get to make the decisions on where stuff goes, how hot (or cool) I keep it, where to park. I have a job that is challenging and fun. I have great co-workers. I live in a community where people help out, where they wave as they pass you on the road (even if they don't know you). It's just the fresh breath of air that I needed in my life.
I know for some people out there, moving to a tiny town (where there isn't even a stoplight) would be torture. But for me, it's good. I needed some place where I didn't feel quite so invisible. Some place where people SEE each other. Where I couldn't get lost when I wanted to. I'm too good at being lost, at blending in, at making sure I don't get involved. But life is about being involved.
So next weekend, we are having a Choke Cherry Festival, and I'm going to go (hello, I LOVE choke cherries), and I'm going to churches to meet people and find a church family. And I'm getting to know the patrons at the library.
I might not be slaying dragons or running from goblins, but I am sure having an adventure.
And I'm loving every minute of it.
