Fingers crossed.

So, remember when I left? No?

Oh, because I do. Worst week ever, that last week at my old job with my good friends. Two-and-a-half years was a long time to build a life in one place. It's been almost a year since I moved away. And I miss it, still. Every time I visit my heart hurts a little.

Not that I want to jinx anything, and I'm knocking on every wooden surface in my vicinity, but I might have an opportunity to go back. Not to my old job, but to the city. At a new job. A perfect job. A job that makes my head explode just thinking about its perfection.

See? Right now my head is about to explode.

I'll have more details later this morning, but I couldn't keep this to myself.

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't peeing in my pants a little bit.