So. I know this blog has been a bit on the lean (and/or boring) side the past couple of days (and/or weeks). At least, I think so. It's not that I wanted it to be boring and sparse, of course, but there were lots of little things going on behind the scenes here that I couldn't tell you and I finally can and here's the big one: I have to change the name of this blog.
Well, let me back up. I have to change the name of this blog because, in just a couple of short weeks, we will no longer be westward ho in Seattle. Nay, we're backtracking eastward to return home to the motherland of Chicago.
I know! Crazy! The notice has been given and the cat's out of the bag and our apartment is a mess of boxes and blankets and stolen newspapers (which, of course our apartment complex wants to come in and change all of our light bulbs on Tuesday). There has been so. freaking. much. going on but instead of blogging about it, I just stared longingly at the computer and crumpled some more newspaper. I have so many different things to blog about, but I guess we'll start at the beginning.
So: what prompted this (big, monumental, huge) change?
If you're familiar with this blog, you know we moved out to Seattle for a job I that I got, which was super fun and awesome and taught me loads and allowed me to work with one of the coolest clients ever. But that's the catch - it's a client. Meaning, my technical employer is a creative agency. Mad Men portrays agency life as glamorous and fun and full of booze, and, honestly, much of agency life is that (actually, if you really want to know agency life, this Buzzfeed article is 100% completely and utterly accurate. It's scary, actually. We use the exact time sheet software they complain about in #24), but there's also this thing of clients and work and billable projects.
Remember when Mad Men lost the Lucky Strike account and everyone was really screwed but they conveniently jumped ahead so nobody saw the horrible time where everybody lost their jobs? Right. Some clients dole out work project by project, whereas others work agencies on retainer - for example, a contract for one year of work, which just means every 6 months you start panicking over whether you'll get the contract renewed for the next year.
This is not a fun way to live.
Especially for a worry-wart like me.
I know! I'm not a fan of uncertainty, so wow, have these last few months been fun.
Anyway, much like how Mad Men lost Lucky Strike, you can lose a client for any number of reasons so for a while now I've been wanting to get out of the agency side and move in-house somewhere. There are still a million reasons why you could lose your in-house job, but at least (for the most part) you're responsible for your own success, rather than that of a client (again, back to Lucky Strike - poor Sal lost his job just because he refused Lee Garner, Jr.'s advances. It's a TV show, I know, but you get my point).
I started applying for select jobs in social media, places with brand-recognition, in specific big cities (Seattle, Chicago, NYC, LA, San Francisco...why oh why did that awesome job have to be located in St. Louis? No thank you...), and eventually I landed a great new job that I am very excited to start come September.
I've had a wonderful three (!) years with my agency and my client, but now is really the perfect time to move on. I've learned so much from my work and my colleagues these past few years, and I can't wait to see the challenges and opportunities of a brand new audience and demographic.
I am so excited to move back to Chicago, to be closer to family and old friends. I'm excited to eat real deep dish pizza and Portillo's. I'm excited to watch Bulls games. I'm so very excited to go back to this city as an independent adult and experience everything all over again with fresh new eyes. For example, when we moved to Seattle, we went all in. We went to the Space Needle (five times) and the ferries (four different routes) and the clamming (more than we could eat in a day).
By comparison? Jim and I lived in the Chicago area for 25 years and in the past 3 years, I've gone to the Space Needle more times than I've visited the Sears Tower. Or the John Hancock.
So, we will of course miss Seattle and the wonderful friends we've made here, the apartment a block from the ocean (it is salty, I can see star fish from the sidewalk, I still maintain the Puget Sound is ocean water), the ridiculously fresh seafood and the wonderful things we've experienced, but I think we're both very ready to take all of those memories back with us to Chicago and re-do Chi-town in the same way we lived Seattle.
So. New blog name?