I'm a blogger...

What to write on my first official blogging session... I already spent so much time reviewing and editing all of the settings now I am finding it hard to remember what it is I wanted to say in this first one. Hate it when that happens. Oh well, the show must go on...

A New Journey...
Someone told me the other day that I was "lucky" to have the opportunity to pick up my life, relocate and start all over.  That isn't luck, it's a choice. I don't see this move as starting over, but as a new journey and experience. I've been asked what it is that I'm running away from in Kansas. I'm not running from anything or anyone. I "ran" toward an opportunity that I worked for.  I put in the hours of research and "job hunting" and didn't settle with the first offer thrown on the table.  This was a big step and I had to make it a very careful and detail oriented process.

Becoming a nanny is something I've talked about doing since I was in high school. But up until two months ago, that's all I had done was simply talk about it. Finally, I got up the nerve to propose the idea to my mom, expecting to be dissuaded against it but to my surprise, she supported me. So, there it was. What I needed to start the process was the afirmation of my mother's support, afterall, her opinion is the one that matters most to me.

The next step was to do research. Nobody has really understood the hours I had to put in to make sure I didn't end up on some scam website or scooped up by a family of lunatics. I joined websites for nannies and families to be matched up and created a profile on each of them. I was as down right honest as I could be without scaring people off after only reading the first open-ended question! Since I had no prior nanny experience I just figured getting matched with a great family that was open to that was going to be impossible.  I was wrong, yes, I admit it.  I quickly began receiving e-mails and phone calls from families all over the country. Some of them were definite "no's" right off but a lot of them seemed so great but just weren't the family for me.  After a two month long search I was blessed with the family that would soon become my Texas family.

On January 8, 2010, I packed up my car and left my mom, sister and stepdad behind on a farm in Kansas. On January 9, 2010, I pulled up into the driveway of my new home. I have now put in a full week with the family and can honestly say that I don't regret my decision. I'm fresh out of champagne or I would celebrate and toast to taking a giant leap and kicking my debilitating anxiety's bum. :)

More to come...