It’s happening.

Remember awhile ago I mentioned we had a contract on the old house? It’s a contingency contract, meaning the buyers have to sell their house first in order for the deal to go through, and frankly we didn’t have much hope of that because we thought their house was overpriced, had been on the market a long time at that price, and the three online pictures didn’t show the house to any advantage whatsoever.

So today we hear that they’ve got a *cash offer*. I’m trying not to squeal. It’s not completely a done deal yet, but things are definitely looking up, and our closing just may happen after all.

The other thing that’s happening is a job. Remember the interview I was buying pants for? That was Monday at noon. Monday at 4 p.m., they called to offer me the job. Twenty-four hours of excruciating, nail-biting, stomach-ulcer-inducing salary negotiations later, I’m the new web content manager for a restaurant supply company. It probably sounds boring, but the job is the perfect fit for me. I’ll be creating and implementing, with my very own team of content creators, the entire content strategy for a large e-commerce site. It combines all my skills of writing/editing, marketing, and digital know-how into one sweet dream job.

The only fly in the ointment is that I have to actually put on, yanno, work clothes, and drive in to the actual workplace for awhile. They’re fine with telecommuting once all the balls are rolling, but they want face time for me to develop relationships with my team. I get that. Derek and I discussed, and he’s willing to put up with a few late dinners and take on the job of getting both girls in their shoes, lunchbags in hand, down to the bus by 7:06 a.m. for awhile. He’s excited for me. He knows I’ve been stagnating for a long time, and maybe in the back of his mind he’s thinking we’ll have more free time now that we’re not having the “what should I do with my life” conversation ad nauseum.

I’ll be spending the next week and a half tying up the loose ends of my business. This came at an excellent time, as I’ve just finished several big projects and had several more on the horizon, but nothing definite with contracts signed.

And the fact that I don’t feel any sadness about closing up shop after a decade in business says something, don’t you think? I’m sure I’ll have a breakdown some time when I’m dying to get into my sweatpants and not have to talk to anyone ever again. Yep, pretty sure that one’s coming. But overall, it might be good for me to be less hermit-like and learn to place nice in someone else’s sandbox. I’ve become the adult equivalent of the stereotypical homeschooled child who has never talked to anyone but his parents and siblings, ever. (Just kidding, Lauren.)

Seth Godin’s blog post today made me quit hyperventilating about the enormity of this decision. I love that guy.

 

 

6 Comments

  1. But . . . but . . . who is going to write for TLW now?! Waaaaa!
    Ok, I’ll stop. I’m happy for you. I am. I really am. I promise.

    • Ha. I actually got a call about it from your boss today. News travels fast at the IC.

  2. So happy for you. Enjoy the ride!

  3. Congratulations, Gretchen!!!  I am so happy for you!!  They are blessed to have you!!

  4. Playing nice in someone else’s sandbox is overrated. :) But at least you’ll get some good use out of those slacks.

  5. Congrats!    I shall raise a toast to your new adventure.