Found out this week that my job status is very likely about to change from "temporary" (which it has been for the entirety of my nearly three years in this job) to "permanent." I had thought this change, this new certainty about a job I still love, would have been happier news. But with my marriage a mere five months away, the notion of permanence is something I've been thinking about quite a bit lately. Another piece of the long-term commitment puzzle falls into place, another part of my transitory existence ends. Not sure if this makes me feel more grown up, or just older. But then again, maybe I should just relax and enjoy it. After all, what the hell is truly permanent in this life anyway?
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