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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Transitional Stress 

When I was transferred from Colorado to Dayton, the entire time from job offer to garage sale to moving truck to new rental apartment to new office space took about three weeks. And as quick as the move itself was, the emotional move took much longer - and I still miss Colorado very much, seven years later.

Now, I've been taking slow and methodical steps for my next move - a new chapter - and the exact opposite is taking place: Extricating myself from Dayton is taking forever and is fraught with red tape and other daily irritations blocking my goal. While in my mind I left a long time ago and am already living in Indianapolis.

I was pleasantly surprised when the realtor told me that "six families" showed up at the Open House of my Duplex last weekend. I had expected no one.

But the Closing on my new home in Indianapolis has been delayed twice. More forms, more letters, more requests for documentation. Although the mortgage broker gave the go-ahead this afternoon to draw a Cashier's Check, even now I am trying not to expect a done deal until the ink has dried on the last signature.

I'm worried what will happen at the Closing - I cannot attend it in person and signed a Power of Attorney to my boyfriend to handle everything. I hope for no last minute surprises, but last minute surprises often occur at real estate Closings.

Somewhere, I will be in India, on my way to BIPC's "right-sourcing" initiative, "mentoring" our "colleagues" on the job I used to do. I'm looking forward to the trip, but I'm also nervous about the long flight and what to expect as I've had NO time to prepare. Watch - I will do something foolish like forget to pack my malaria pills or worse, my passport.

I'm keeping a blog specifically for this India trip. Watered-down observations worthy of my coworkers or family members to read. If I write unedited observations, they will more likely be on this blog.

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