I got an e-mail this morning from my buddy who works for the company in Chicago, he was talking the company up and telling me how much he thinks I'd like Chicago. I'm not sure exactly when my interview will be, sometime in late March at their facility in Burns Harbor, Indiana. I'm really trying not to get too excited about this. Maybe I won't get the job, I don't know. I do know that I'm ready for a change. A big one. Last night I was talking to my dad, and I realized I'm finally ready to leave home (not that I still live with my parents, I don't). I've always been a late bloomer, and I thought I just didn't want to leave Colorado, now I know I just wasn't ready. Not ready to move away from my family and friends. Frankly I didn't have too much motivation, Colorado is an amazing place to live. Not ready to grow up and actually get a job. Definitely not ready to settle down and start a life and a family. OK, I'm still not ready for a lot of that, but I am ready to strike out and do my own thing somewhere new. I'm nervous about a lot of things. I'm nervous about making new friends, I've really never had to. I met Jill when we were seven years old, and she's been my best buddy for more than twenty years now. I was sad about her moving to Texas, but I think it was good. I mean, good that she left because I don't know if I'd have been able to leave her. I'm nervous about getting my bearings in a new city, I've lived in Denver my entire life. Talk about sheltered. Denver is safe and quiet and clean. What would I do on the weekends if I couldn't go live at Suzie's house. And how does one go about making new friends anyway? I'm not exactly the most... I'm a little abrasive. People who already know me like me a lot, but strangers, not so much. I'm just not that great at meeting new people. OK, despite all these things I'm still excited to do something... different. Jeez, that's a lot of angst for a Friday morning.