The other day, I was being a wee bit vague as to a growing uncertainty about my future. I’ve written about how I’ve struggled with my living situation, or lack thereof, but last weekend I hit a wall. Or the basement floor.

I was having a break down, which in retrospect is kind of ridiculous because it’s not like I didn’t have a place to stay or food to eat or any of the other basic things so many people don’t have. At the time it was very real. I was depressed. I felt like I had no home and few friends. I wasn’t much enjoying my job, and my mood was causing friction in my relationship with the Modern Beau.

That was enough to make me question my decision to move to Knoxville for the new job and to be closer to the MB, and I was already starting to plot what it would take to undo what I was was beginning to think might have been a mistake.

And then — the very next day — came the offer on my house. And that was enough to turn things around.

The MB and I talked things out. Out of 4.5 years of dating, four of those years have been spent in extreme circumstances: either long distance or co-habitation. We both are looking forward to trying our hand at something a bit more standard: simply dating and seeing what happens from there.

The job was a little bit more exciting last week.

I met some wonderful new friends on Friday, which helped remind me that there are some great people to meet around here — it just takes time to develop those great relationships that feel like home.

I found a place to live on Saturday, and it was about as good of a place as I could hoped for. It’s a townhome, just as the place that I’m selling is, and it’s actually 200 square feet larger with tons of closet space. I’m already mentally painting the walls and arranging the furniture and planning parties and get-togethers that utilize the courtyard patio (everyone’s welcome to attend). I can’t believe how FREAKIN’ EXCITED I’m getting about this place — it’s rivaling the excitement I had for purchasing my own place a year ago.

Not to mention, I got a little reminder from none other than the New York Times on just how cool my little city can be. (An aside if you read that article: We Knoxvillians have been up in arms all day about the article referring to K-town as “the Couch.” No one here has ever heard of that.)

But in case the warm-fuzzy feelings don’t last long, I’m trying to keep my options open on down the road. I’m indentured to my company for a little over a year and a half as a condition of them paying for much of my relocation. (Or I can pay them back all the money they’re forking over, but I don’t feel that’s an option). We’ll see where I am when I get there. Lord knows right now I’m nowhere close to where I expected I’d be a year and a half ago. But that’s not a bad thing.

I do want to take this time to thank all my Modern Friends for your encouragement and kind words recently. Whenever I’ve needed a smile of late, I’ve always turned to y’all and have never been disappointed. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart.