A week and a half ago I was offered an awesome job in New Hampshire.  Currently, I’m sitting at gate C6 in PDX waiting for my flight, and I can’t seem to stop crying.  I’m super excited about this job.  I mean SUPER excited.  But it all happened so fast, and now I live in New Hampshire.  In truth the tears are only part sadness.  They are also part exhaustion, part frustration, part anxiety and mostly PMS.  Sometimes I feel like my life is one big battle between east and west coast.  Currently, the east is winning.  But it breaks my heart.