I said I wanted August to wow me, but I didn't quite expect it to actually happen.
My mom and Aunt got to visit this past week, I learned about myself, I worked, I cried, I grumbled and didn't sleep very much. I *also* gave my notice at Starbucks, because
I got a job.
I got a good job, a job in a high profile area (I won't say where here, but if you snoop enough, you'll figure it out.) and I got a considerable increase in pay-which brings me to near tears... New job, new pay rate means I'm moving back to the city, quite possibly somewhere in Manhattan. By myself.
Living in Bronxville has been an interesting season... I won't lie and say that I loved it, but I definitely had some fantastic moments, and hey-I had a roof over my head. I really have very little to complain about. I am glad that season is (quickly) coming to a close.
Suffice it to say, I am giddy with excitement, and awestruck at the very present, very real hand of God in my life. I have had favor, I have had provision, from rent being taken care of, to someone randomly handing me a $16 metro card, as I needed to reload. There is no question that my time here in New York is very much on purpose, and I cannot wait for what the future holds.
At this point, September has complete creative control, but it should be aware-the bar is set very high.
Aaaand because I think I may have signed away the rights to my firstborn this afternoon, my thoughts and opinions are mine alone, not belonging to or affiliated with any company. I am just me. And happy to be here. ;)