More adventures of identity

It's been a busy month.

A few weeks ago I was feeling a little lonesome and bored, so my friend/former roommate decided to come pick me up and take me back to Massachusetts. We lived together for a year and worked together for three years before Téa was born, so going back up with her was sort of a blast from the past. I hadn't been to Mass since November.

It was great seeing all the kids and parents again. It sort of felt like I had never left. But last time I was there I had a tiny sleeping newborn, and this time I had a smiling, wriggly little chub-a-lub. She crawled around on the floor and hammed it up for some of the parents. I'm so proud of her.

A lot of memories welled to the surface, both good and bad ones. A bit of college nostalgia. I'll have to dedicate a future entry to that topic.

Honestly I've had this half-written entry open in a tab on my browser for many days now, but I've been hemming and hawing about what to write about, exactly. My trip to Massachusetts was very significant for me, but it was a bit overshadowed by Big Job Happenings.


Last Saturday I started the training for a job I'm applying for. To recap: I've had to do a phone interview, an in-person interview, and two very long standardized tests to make it this far. After the training (which is three more Saturdays with a whole lot of homework in between), I'll have to pass yet another test to know if I get hired.

I've decided not to name the company I'm applying to, by the way; most of my friends and family know what it is already, and if you want to know, ask. But I'm not sure that it's quite appropriate to make it public, especially since I'm not yet hired. In short, it's a tutoring job for a very well-known company.

I was very nervous but excited about the training. Nervous because of my fear of the unknown (meeting new people in a new environment, and having to introduce myself to them-- eek!), and excited because I was SO ready to get out and do something challenging and intellectually stimulating again. I once again left the baby in Anthony's capable hands and took the train to Manhattan.

I was the first to arrive (score!), and chatted with the trainer a bit. He was younger than I expected, and very nice, which was reassuring. I felt confident. There were only three other people in the training, which was also reassuring; I function much better in small groups. The training, and the job, seem like they'll be challenging, but doable. I just can't express how proud I am to be finally working toward a job that I can be proud of, that brings in a considerable amount of bank, and that I think I can be good at. I've been working on the training homework every day, since there's so little time in the day to spare for it (I have to wait till Téa's napping or in bed for the night, so I'm not interrupted by her every 2 minutes). I'm so excited!

An oddly refreshing detail of the training: I didn't mention Téa the entire time. I mentioned Anthony, but nothing about being a mother. No one there knows that I am a mother, which is weird, but also sort of nice in a way. I can just be myself for once, instead of Téa's mom, a half of a dyad. I'm sure I'll mention her at some point just in small talk, but for now I'm enjoying this thing that I used to take for granted, but that now I rather miss: Living my OWN life, as an individual.