Sad.

Just told the museum people... (Couldn't quite muster the courage yesterday.) They were so very nice on the phone. Now I'm even more sad to be leaving...

You know, I'm really risking a year of almost guaranteed happiness for a chance at an interesting challenge here. I know with almost total certainty that in many ways, I'm going to be quite unhappy very soon, possibly for a fairly long while. Will the job make up for that?

Am I even up to this kind of long-term challenge? Or am I setting myself up for some dramatic failure here?

Too late to wonder now, of course. I've made my decision.


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These cats in hats only minimally alleviate my angst at the moment:

Why exactly I'm apprehensive about relocating

(aside from the fact that I can't really afford it, that is. ;-))

In 34 years, I've lived in seven different flats, in five different cities.

In every one of them, EXCEPT FOR THE ONE WHERE I LIVE NOW, I was slightly unhappy, always in a slightly different way.

It's very hard to move away from the only place in your life where you've felt completely at home in every way.