So some of you know this already, but I’ve been keeping it off the interwebs until it could go through proper channels at work. But everyone at work who needs to know has been told, so I can finally let the cat out of the bag: I’m quitting my job at Oxford.
For the time being, I’m going to be staying with my folks up in Mass and looking for work in Boston, New York, and points nearby. It’s a little scary quitting a job without something new in hand, but I just couldn’t do a job search and the work at OUP at the same time and give them both the attention they deserved.
The hard part for me is going to be leaving the friends I made here. When I first accepted the job offer, I didn’t think I knew anyone in North Carolina. A little digging yielded a fandom friend and the rabbi who married my parents, neither of whom I had met in person, and a childhood friend I hadn’t spoken to in 20 years. After a year and a half, not only have I been lucky and delighted to see those friendships grow in extraordinary ways, but I’ve also been blessed with friends from an amazing synagogue community, friends from work who awe me with their talent, kindness and humor, kids who have become like family to me. As I’m packing up my things, I keenly wish I could pack up the people and take them with me.
I have no idea what’s next. The next few months are going to involve more than one kind of searching. But as my friend Kelly is fond of quoting, “All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.”