Movin' on up...to somewhere...

So, I feel more like a grown-up today. I interviewed Friday for a position in a law firm and had a very strange feeling as I left. Mom, Bryan, and the woman at the head-hunting firm all asked me how it went. I just kept repeating 'I have NO idea.' I was frustrated to the point of rambling at even what had happened during the interview. The women who interviewed me were distant(physically and interpersonally-the conference table was HUGE),casual to the point of indifference and seemingly unprepared. I was kind of glad for the last part because I hate those 'tell me about the last time you...' interviews. I just don't remember things catagorically like that. Anyways, it was the first time I've walked out of an interview feeling unsure, confused, and downright curious. Because I had gotten the tip through an agency I didn't know much about the position that they were hiring for, and although the interviewers gave some information about it, I still couldn't picture the duties and responsibilities at all. I had a whole weekend to sit around and think about it. If the interview had definitely gone one way or the other, I wouldn't have fretted about it at all. Having little investment in it either way, since I couldn't really picture it, I couldn't even figure out for myself if I really wanted it or not. It would mean a great deal more money, a great deal less time, and a schedule shake up at JC (NOT a bad thing), but I knew something else was bound to come down the pike if this fell through.
But I got it. I have no idea how I pulled that off; if they really liked me and thought I was qualified or driven over another applicant, or if the others didn't even show but either way, I'm in the money. I'm a M-F 9-to-fiver. I've let the idea sink in all day now, and keep realizing how this changes things. In little ways, like I'll have to revamp my workout schedule and miss those late-morning runs before work, and in big ways, like this might mean the end of the chain of unskilled-little-more-than-minimum-wage jobs I've had until now. So here's my plan so that if I don't do it everyone can bug me until I do. I want to work a decent paying job like the one I got today, save a boatload of money in a few months, and move. My tentative relocation destination is Austin, Texas (see photo in post #1). I took the photo in December when I was visiting the lovely Esther (and Ben, of course), and pretty much fell in love. I'd heard it was a great place and I knew Bryan had always wanted to check it out, so I tooled around on foot most of a day and got a great vibe. Didn't see Lance Armstrong or Matthew McConaughey, but hey, if they like it, I'm sure it's cool. So what do you think, y'all (gotta get used to colloquialisms sooner or later, right?)? It's a scary proposition, moving somewhere you don't know anyone to make a life doing something you're not sure you want to do forever-but people do it everyday. Right? Right. I'll keep you posted.