Can I get a “what up?!”

More often than not, I have a really hard time not being amused by my self. Yes, of all the things I say on this here blog, that might be the most narcissistic comment I have come out and said. I am that crazy person you see walking down the street or at the gym trying not to smile because whatever is going on in my head just amuses me that much.  What can I say? Smiling IS my favorite.  For that reason, I don’t mind going on solo adventures, but I do find sometimes having someone with me makes me seem normal. Which is good… because then people have more to base their trust of me on than my smallness and smileyness.

This week, I had to take a step back from taking over the world and figure out how to take over Ann Arbor, my soon to me home in, yep, two weeks.  A last minute decision led to me jumping on a bus, and heading out to Ann Arbor to check out this little city and figure out where I am going to put my shoes and wine and pictures of C when I am at Google.

Did I mentioned I am moving to work for Google? Yes, after three billion interviews with various companies and being rejected by the circus because I can’t grow facial hair and extreme clumsiness is not freaky, I accepted a position at Google.

I am going to work for Google.

Google!

So, as last minute decisions tend to cause many time sensitive problems (my favorite!) I had to call my big sister to come pick me up and assist me in this little adventure.

Turns out Ann Arbor is not so bad. I mean, it is not Chicago. It’s more like Chicago’s cute brother that you date because he is in a band.  Sister and I spent the afternoon wandering downtown.  It was actually a really lovely day! I was worried it would be gloomy and rain and I won’t want to live there based on that day, like when I didn’t go to this particular school because the day I went it rained and it made me sad. We even had time for a lunch stop at this deli where everyone, mostly A, told me I had to visit and where I accidentally flashed the boy at the counter. Accidentally!

In regards to to my new residence, one aspect stands alone… “Walk-in closet.”  Yes, walk-in closets make me weak in the knees, more so then even Logan in Gilmore Girls. Wood floors, covered back porch, black and white tiled kitchen floor, a fireplace, and a walk-in closet, oh baby, I am moving up in the world!

Now everybodyyyyy, we have…. a dream job, check. Kick ass apartment, check. Quitting current position, check. Movers, check. Moving date, check.  Plans for an epic send off party, check. Ann Arbor friends, working on it.

So, sometimes good things do happen to awesome people. As a side note, C is recovering really nicely and has new hiking boots.

Happy Friday!  I am off to enjoy every last minute as a Chicago resident!

-H