The new gig

I just started my new position as a Technical Training & Communications Specialist at a new higher education institution. While it was a hard decision to make (full of lateral arabesque worries and such), I’m excited to start down a new path at a new place.

In addition to the worry about making a lateral move rather than an upward move, there was some emotional investment in leaving as well. I spent almost 3 years in my last position, which is the longest I’ve stayed in a single, *grown-up* position. I had a solid position with a great boss and the promise of a new, upcoming position, too–but in the other column were negatives that I’ll avoid listing online. I know it was the right time to leave, and while I haven’t ruled out the possibility of returning in a different capacity, I’m also keeping the words of Paul Fussell in mind:

All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

In this context, it’s a reminder to me that the grass isn’t always greener, especially if you’re returning to a place rife with memories and expectations around the person you once were.