That's it. I'm sick of all this. I just want a job!

I’m an adventurer, that’s just who I am.

I follow dreams, it’s just the thing I like to do.

So why, when it comes between taking a risk for a dream firm across the country or choosing the “safe” route and staying home with a good job in familiar, old Boston am I leaning towards the “easier” path?

I’m the kind of girl who takes the road less traveled. I’m not afraid of risks, of venturing off on my own. And I feel like I’m copping out by doing this. I feel like everyone expects me to move across the country for a job that may or may not even exist (after this crisis) because that’s exactly the kind of thing I would do. I spoke to a friend online and he simply said to me, before signing of, “Just call and let me know if you decide to move to another country or another coast before the weekend, ok?” I tried to explain why I wanted the Boston job because it’s good & guaranteed to another friend of mine and she replied, “But you’ve never been afraid to take a risk?”

I feel like I’m failing because I'm not picking up and moving across the country and making a life of my own in my own apartment with naught but my dog. Because this won’t be another adventure like mine in France.

But it’s the right thing to do “long term,” as my grandfather so wisely encouraged me to consider. This PR firm in Boston focuses on what I want to do later on in life: work in politics and “the public sphere.” So this is the perfect entry-level position for me, even if the pay’s shit and there’s only one office. After this I can move to Cali to work in my dream firm – just in a higher-level position – because I think I can really keep in touch with this recruiter for some time. We get along. And we both have big, white golden retrievers. Then I can do the quasi-high tech thing and make my resume show that I can really do PR for anything. Then I can work on a political campaign and kick ass and do whatever the hell I want to do, wherever I want to do it… I see myself moving to Paris someday. Hell, the future is wide open.

So that’s it. I have made up my mind. San Francisco is a beautiful dream I will someday realize, but now I have to follow my dream job… not my dream firm or dream city. Hell, the right job will get me there later.

Right?