so much change, so little time

So, for almost three months now, I have been interviewing with an incredible company, and have been offered a job with them. It's been a long tough process, and the process itself has been an enormous learning curve.

My feet are still, five days later, not quite on the ground as I write this. Honestly, it hasn't sunk in yet.
All this change is kind of overwhelming, exciting and terrifying at the same time.

I figured - when all that shit of a few weeks ago happened and continued to happen...and continued to happen – only if I got this job, I'd stay in Johannesburg. That was the plan, give or take, at any rate.

In the meantime, I'd been organising an ancestral visa to the UK in case I didn't get this job. Why the UK? (And not Berlin – my first choice?) It is the easiest and quickest place to get to. And there was a time when I wanted to leave here pretty fucking quickly. As a result, I had all the paperwork ready. I was already imagining my life over there: and it would be fairly obscure. I was going to go start over, and make Brit friends and eat Spotted Dick. I applied for 7 jobs in London in a wild frenzy.

Then I got the job here. And frankly, I'm ecstatic. I am so excited, I can't even begin to describe it. I've looked up at the clouds and said to whomever is listening OK, so what the fuck. Is this why? To balance out all the shit you've dished me? How is it you have helped me achieve something against every fucking possible odd out there?

The great news is I still get to go to London and Dublin at the end of May. For training. I am absolutely so excited, Jesus, I am so chuffed and excited I could literally dance about the streets flashing my fanbelt to whoever is willing to notice.

Never been to Dublin before, how surreal. All this change, everything, it's all so insane. Dooblin!

When my notice period is up for my current apartment, I'll be moving into a little place all on my own. I'm scouting out new homes at this very moment, the pressure is on. I saw the first place last night. It's strange looking for a place on your own. I've only ever done it with boyfriends and flatmates. The place seemed very cold last night, and I don't want to live in a cold place. It has to be something that immediately grabs me. I'm not sure if I want to leave my house, it's become that much of a comfort zone. Maybe I should just stay. Arrgh, what to do, what to do.

So much to do and organise before I start working full-time again.

The universe works in the most mysterious ways. And I still don't understand it.