Disclaimer: this post is a short novel, and no music – just the most important story ever.
Almost to the day, one year ago, I was puffy-eyed, broken-hearted, wanted to crawl in a hole, die, turn into a zombie, and zombie-attack everyone.
Then I GOT BED BUGS. (I know, how many times can I possibly bring this up???)
Thank you, international traveling boys on the 4th floor. Also, thanks for dealing with the infestation by living in a tent in your living room after months of having them, so they wouldn’t bite you, because you didn’t take care of them or know what they were.
No, really, thank you. From all of us at 56 Cummings Road, Apartment 3. We loved it. (photo source)
On this day, one year later, I am happy to report that I am far from puffy-eyed, broken-hearted, or zombie-like. I don’t want to attack anyone anymore! Well, maybe a few ex boyfriends, the stupid boys from apartment 4 and anyone who tries to talk to me in the morning or says “it’s time to get up”, but those are grudges that will never go away.
I even have some EXTREMELY, BIG, LIFE-CHANGING, HAPPY NEWS TO SHARE.
I’m moving to New York City! AND, I’m going to be working as an Assistant Studio Manager for an indoor cycling company. Double whammy.
I would have honestly never expected myself to say those two things this time last year. I could not understand why anyone would want to live in such a big, smelly, scary city where things happen at all hours of the night. I grew up 20 minutes outside of Boston, have lived here since college graduation, and the concept of 2am Last Calls is pure genius.
“Nothing good ever happens after midnight,” as my dad would say. He’s right, actually – just a lot more beers are consumed that you forget you can’t fit in your already super-saturated tummy, and you become best friends with the street-meat guys outside the bars. As a former vegetarian, I am either really ashamed, or really proud to say, those fine vendors have become my best friends.
Just to clarify, those are my girlfriends – not street-meat vendors.
I have always had dreams of living out west – Colorado, San Fran, Seattle, San Diego, Portland. Somewhere cool and outdoorsy, where open-minded and musically-minded people flock to. In reality though, it’s not going to happen.. yet. I am a little too attached to my family who lives in Boston. My amazing grandparents are 90, my niece and nephew are 5 and 2 years old, and my sister and her husband just moved down the road from my apartment. Not to mention, some of my best friends since childhood are here. I’ve also made some pretty amazing friends along the way, but it’s time.
I think I’ve done a good job at keeping it a secret from you all, but I have been miserable at my job as an Environmental Scientist since … November of 2010. I had plans to be at a new job by August of 2011, but bed bugs have this weird way of setting you back and ruining your life, believe it or not. My entire summer was consumed with moving, inspecting every single piece of anything I owned (I’m talking like, looking at hair brush bristles to make sure there are no eggs – THAT level of detail – go ahead, I’ll give you a minute to puke. Back?), washing things, and dealing with a tenacious slumlord who assured us there was no health hazard to living in an infested apartment. Right. Totally cool, and normal.
Once I started teaching, I found what makes me feel happy and rewarded everyday, and realized that I wanted to find a way to immerse myself into it. In my free time, I constantly geek out and read articles about spinning or cycling or other spin blogs. I mean honestly, I do this for fun. The more I thought about it, I realized that really, there are only one or two boutique spin studios in the country I could really have a chance at working at full-time. One of them happens to be headquartered in NYC.
After the new year, I sort of had an introspective look at my options. I could find a new job in Boston doing God-knows-what in the environmental field, and stay here for a little longer, and probably never have the balls to actually leave the deep roots I’ve been so fortunate to have here. Or, I could take a huge, giant, scary-but-exciting chance and apply to work for one of the hottest studios in the country (world?) in a city I never thought I’d want to live in.
It’s all happening. Fast. Here’s a brief look into the checklist of things to take care of:
- Give notice to my job.
- Find a subletter for my apartment in Boston (half finished already).
- Find an apartment in NYC that can fit a queen size bed for “cheap” (go ahead, laugh in my face, I know it won’t happen, either)
- Say goodbye to my two weekly spin classes. I am devestated about this.
- Sell the sexy little thing I drive around in and was so proud of to have bought all by myself using big girl money
- Physically move from one city to the next (literally HOW does one do this.)
- Say goodbye to my Boston friends
- Say goodbye to my family.
I’d like to be moved in to NYC in a month or so from today, where I will start a new career that I have amazingly positive vibes about. If anyone has any connections to any 2 bedroom apartments in Manhattan where I can easily find street-meat vendor friends, please contact me.
With all this being sad (I warned you, it was of novel proportions), I don’t know what exactly is to come of spinmuse from here on out. I am not, by any means, giving up blogging, but I need to somehow adapt it to this massive change. I definitely still plan on posting new, fun workout music, I just don’t think it will necessarily be in the form of spin profiles, since I will not be teaching classes, at least right away (and not for the company – maybe for a NYCSC or Crunch, full-service gym at some point in time). I’ll also have a few final spinning profiles with music to come, since I will be teaching the next couple of weeks.
So, thank you for all of the support over these past 11 months. I legitimately love every one of you. Please keep on reading, although the posts might be a little less frequent during the chaos that’s to come, but once I get in the swing of things after a little while in NYC, by then I might have found the perfect direction to take spinmuse. Stay tuned!