It took a lot of restraint not to mention this in my last post and to keep quiet these past couple of days. But now that I’ve signed the written offer, I’m thrilled to share the news with everyone.

Starting in November, I’ll be an editorial assistant at an educational publishing company in Boston. Yes, I’m staying here for the foreseeable future. I’m very happy about this turn of events, and accepted the offer over the phone on Monday without hesitation. (Me: “I’d love to!” Recruiter: ”Do  you need time to think it over or…” Me: “No, I’m good.”) My new boss called me the next day to welcome me, sounding just as excited as I felt.

When I had my birthday psychic reading over a month ago, the woman predicted that things on the job front would look better in November. She asked me if a headhunter had contacted me yet–when I said no, she said one would soon. Sure enough, the company recruiter contacted me the day after my birthday. After two rounds of interviews, I ended up not getting that particular position. I was disappointed because I really liked the company culture.

But then fast forward to this month.  I’d applied for another position at the same place, and they were interested. Plus, the initial department I’d interviewed with apparently recommended me to another team for yet another opening. There were many phone conversations with said recruiter, and face-to-face meetings with him and potential supervisors and colleagues. And I accepted the offer of one of the positions.

I’ve been playing this song a lot in celebration:

I haven’t broken down and openly wept out of joy and gratitude, though I’ve teared up with those feelings. I haven’t decided what my favorite part of my mom’s reaction is: that she said she now had to start going to Mass, because she promised God she’d go to Mass for a year once I found a job (“one promise I am very happy to fulfill”) or that she said she admired my guts and determination. I’ve always thought the admiration was one-sided.

It’s been a rough four months or so of job hunting. I responded to over 75 job listings, and interviewed for at least 11 of them (not counting multiple interviews regarding the same position). I swung back and forth between feeling hopeful and despondent. I’m incredibly grateful to my friends and family for all their support.

In addition to working with a company and employees I’ve grown to really like during the interview process and having an income again, I’m excited that I can move on with other aspects of my life, get more settled in Boston, and not have to consider the possibility of leaving. Next up: apartment hunting.

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