The tough go to Sundance.
A little over a month ago, on October 12, Dave said, if we remember, "I'm done." My world, if we all remember, turned upside down. Or so I felt and believed at the time. The word divorce was not in my vocabulary and I honestly could not believe that the man I professed to love truly, madly, deeply with every fiber of my being could possibly be done with me. How could anyone, especially my husband, be done with me? Ego, much? Um, yeah.
One night while I was taking sweet refuge in the pod at Gwendomama's house, in a moment of "screw Dave and his 'I'm Done' business" decided to apply for a job at the Sundance Film Festival. A real job. Not a volunteer job.
Well, that has set off a course of events over the last few weeks that has, in itself, been rather interesting and dramatic and topsy turvy all on its own. Here's the abridged version:
Did she get the job? I don't know did she? Um, well, she hasn't heard anything. Oh, wait, they called! They interviewed her. For three different positions. It all went very well. They sounded enthusiastic. But she hasn't heard anything. At all. WTF? What about the dogs? Her sister said she could bring the dogs! Wait, her sister says she can't bring the dogs! But Sundance was enthusiastic! What will happen if she gets a job offer and can't take the dogs?? The dogs are most important. Her father says to "just get rid of the god damned dogs!" There's a woman who loves to rent to people with pets?! She has a house! Hooray! But she still hasn't heard from Sundance. Does she really want to move to SLC if she hasn't heard from Sundance? But wait? There's another woman! With a tea shop. And a house! And it's free! Wow!!! Move and just go and isn't the Universe wonderful?? Oh wait, it's not free. And the house isn't so good for the dogs. So perhaps she should take the first house that was offered? Can't. It's been rented. Now what?? Still haven't heard from Sundance. But her friend did. He didn't get a position. Oh no. Maybe she's not meant to go to Utah at all. Look at options in Santa Cruz. It's all so expensive! Can she figure out how to squeeze the dogs into that one bedroom on Riverside for $1150? And how will she really afford that? Oh dear. Um, Sundance called. They have a possible job. Please call them back! She got the job!! And the landlord that loves dogs also rented her a better house! So she's moving to Salt Lake City. But if she's starts babbling about green jello molds and mini marshmallows, someone damn well promise to come and do an intervention, STAT.
I'm thankful, truthfully, that the dogs and I have a place to go. A home. A home that is welcoming to dogs! With a big fenced back yard. That is just a few blocks walk from a wonderful dog park. And a block from a great yoga studio, a great independent film movie theatre and Salt Lake's only naturopathic doctor and wellness center. I chose my neighborhood carefully, as you can tell.
I am still very sad to be leaving Santa Cruz. It is my home and has been for the last 20 years. But I can always come back. I don't have to stay in Salt Lake City forever. But change is good every once in a while. Adventure and new beginnings are always a good thing for the soul.
And so begins the next journey in the adventure that is my life. We leave at the end of December.
