Yep. I'm considering moving to Alaska. I'm a California resident who is presently in Portland, Oregon. I am at a point where I need to make a decision.
I have a tentative offer for a job in Anchorage, Alaska. I sent my resume on a real long shot when I was in a terrible mood. They actually got back to me. I'm baffled but happy that my education and skills paid off at least to this extent. I suppose that they like that I can transcribe in real time in three languages.
There's some sort of financial incentive they pay you after a year. I've been getting to know some folks who moved from the "lower 48" and love their lives. I know I can do this if it is what I really want.
I am scared shitless. I never thought that the inspiration I received from the 2012 Iditarod would translate into reality. I've got to make a decision, and the right one. I won't be going as a tourist.
I have never been to Alaska. I have lived many places, some snowy, most NOT snowy. I will need a 4x4, likely a Subaru. I will need funding, which if my family realizes I am not, in fact, on crack, will be there. My father is going to shit a brick. I will have to catch him when he is wasted.
I think I knew it when I saw the aurora a few days ago, for the first time. I think I knew it when I changed my desktop background to a team of pure white happy Huskies. I think I knew it when I started following the Iditarod and Yukon Quest - 1000+ mile sled dog races.
I have been advised to visit before committing to anything. I don't act on impulse these days. I have a good balance of maturity and ambition. I know it will be lonely on the trail - and I don't do well when I get moody or tired. I'd rather be cold than complacent.
As I approach my springtime, I now appreciate the cold. I did the best I could and I made it through. I have much to do, and I do it with bright eyes.
When I was a child learning to swim, my father told me that it didn't matter how deep the water was; that if it was over my head, it didn't matter how many feet. Now that I am grown (such as it is), I have felt many times that conditions on my own personal trail were over my head. I approached my challenges as admirably I could, and I think I have done finely.
I've placed this decision to a vote privately, off BL. Should I make my next endeavor to Alaska? It isn't up the street! It isn't even like anywhere from home! Sure, I've seen snow, but I haven't been buried in it. I'd like to do this if I can find the bravery and independence with which all Aries are born.
Yep. I'm going to make it work, wherever I may wind up. I might be a bit frazzled and tired, so I ask the Universe for safe harbor and happiness.
I have a tentative offer for a job in Anchorage, Alaska. I sent my resume on a real long shot when I was in a terrible mood. They actually got back to me. I'm baffled but happy that my education and skills paid off at least to this extent. I suppose that they like that I can transcribe in real time in three languages.
There's some sort of financial incentive they pay you after a year. I've been getting to know some folks who moved from the "lower 48" and love their lives. I know I can do this if it is what I really want.
I am scared shitless. I never thought that the inspiration I received from the 2012 Iditarod would translate into reality. I've got to make a decision, and the right one. I won't be going as a tourist.
I have never been to Alaska. I have lived many places, some snowy, most NOT snowy. I will need a 4x4, likely a Subaru. I will need funding, which if my family realizes I am not, in fact, on crack, will be there. My father is going to shit a brick. I will have to catch him when he is wasted.
I think I knew it when I saw the aurora a few days ago, for the first time. I think I knew it when I changed my desktop background to a team of pure white happy Huskies. I think I knew it when I started following the Iditarod and Yukon Quest - 1000+ mile sled dog races.
I have been advised to visit before committing to anything. I don't act on impulse these days. I have a good balance of maturity and ambition. I know it will be lonely on the trail - and I don't do well when I get moody or tired. I'd rather be cold than complacent.
As I approach my springtime, I now appreciate the cold. I did the best I could and I made it through. I have much to do, and I do it with bright eyes.
When I was a child learning to swim, my father told me that it didn't matter how deep the water was; that if it was over my head, it didn't matter how many feet. Now that I am grown (such as it is), I have felt many times that conditions on my own personal trail were over my head. I approached my challenges as admirably I could, and I think I have done finely.
I've placed this decision to a vote privately, off BL. Should I make my next endeavor to Alaska? It isn't up the street! It isn't even like anywhere from home! Sure, I've seen snow, but I haven't been buried in it. I'd like to do this if I can find the bravery and independence with which all Aries are born.
Yep. I'm going to make it work, wherever I may wind up. I might be a bit frazzled and tired, so I ask the Universe for safe harbor and happiness.
