twenty-something

My interview went OK on Friday. The stock answer I've been feeding people when they ask is: "It was lukewarm. I don't know how much they liked me, or how much I liked them, but we'll see." And I suppose that's the truth.

I don't know how I did, so I think the worst, naturally -- just as I did with my phone interview. And as for the job/workplace itself -- there was good, there was bad, and there was a lot of in between. It's very different from what I'm used to, and I do have it pretty good, job-wise, back in Vermont -- so it's going to be a big change. Which, afterall, is what I think I want/need...

I'm a bundle of thoughts and emotions on the subject -- and I'm choosing to repress them until I have to deal with them, which will be when I hear back about the position. I cannot tell you if I would say yes or no if I was offered this job on Monday. I really can't.

It's now 1AM and it's my last night in Boston for who knows how long. I'm fairly buzzed and barely articulate, in Yelli's living room, with Duncan asleep on the couch next to me. I don't know much else -- but this feels right.