I'm finally beginning to settle in as a full-time employee. (One of the companies I've been freelancing for offered me a job, and after some navelgazing, I took it.)
It's funny, because I wasn't a freelancer for long, but it was incredibly easy to settle into the contractor lifestyle. You work when you feel like working. (And when you can find the work.) You collect massive checks. (When you've been working, after finding the work.) You can work as little or as much as you want. (And your bank account is adjusted accordingly.)
But I'm settling in again as a member of a team.
The only really strange thing about it is this: Amy and I are probably moving to Florida in August. Fort Lauderdale, to be specific. This to be near Amy's grandmother, and also to find a school with a good-sized latino population where Amy can use her Spanish skills without having to teach spanish.
And also for the pure adventure of it. I mean, you can't stay in the states and get much further away from Portland, Oregon than Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
So I'm settling in as a member of a team, glad to contribute what I can and so on and so on. But there's also this distinct feeling that I'm not really going to have time to truly settle in before we go. (Though we may not, and then everything will change, of course.)
