For whatever reason, deciding between my new job and my current job was really tough for me. For a week, I agonized over a decision that presumably shouldn't have been a tough call.
But since then, a thousand little things have happened that have made me sure that I was right.
I found a new apartment in the blink of an eye.
My landlord let me out of my current lease without any fuss.
Everyone I have told at my current job congratulated me.
And today at church, the new Relief Society first counselor called me out in the hall to unceremoniously kick me out of my ward.
I don't know what annoyed me most about that. The fact that she asked, "Are you Ru?" even though we've had at least three conversations, including one where I was her visiting teacher. The fact that she deprived me of my "I'm leaving, bitches!" moment. The fact that after she said somewhat-callously, "You're not in our ward anymore" and I told her I was moving anyway, she got really sweet and asked, "Oh, do you need any help?"
No ma'am. No, I don't.
On the plus side, this is going to make it really easy to play the church-records shuffle in my new town.