A new job

I am going to start a new job in Boston in July. That's what I have been planning for the past several months, and now it finally hit me with its inevitability.

Starting something new is always a scary experience for me. I hope that is a common feeling for all human beings, not just me. Will people be as nice as I have met here? Will the rule of game be all changed? Will dressing up in suit makes me more and more conservative? What if that is a mistake to quit a good job and pursuing a seemingly better one? As always, much self-doubt crept in, and much self-inertia told me, "What's the point?" But the other side of my head was always yearning for new adventures. It tried hard to convince me that growing through such experience is how I would finally grow up, just like the muscle pains after a gym session helped build a strong body.

Anyway, in the past several days I was traveling around. First I went to Ottawa to get my US visa (I would update some of photos soon). While waiting for the passport to be returned to me, I wandered around the city. I went to the museum of nature, which hosted an amazing collection of dinosaurs (Just say something off the track. If I were to be born in the States and learned to always pursue my passion as a kid, I would probably be a paleontologist, digging bones and studying ancient animals). I also rent a bike for four hours, almost no-stop. I think I reached pretty far in the countryside. On the way back, the rain suddenly pouring down and I was lucky to be back to the bike rental place in time, hiding under the bridge arch and watching the rain, amazed by its intensity.

Finally I hopped on the plane and head to Boston. There I stayed with a high school friend and her husband (I think I will write a blog about them soon). I walked around the city and tried to check out some neighborhoods where I wanted to live in when I start my new job. My impression about Boston is that it is an elitist bastion. Relatively whiter than SF, of course.

Tomorrow I am going to talk to my current manager about my decision. That's not something I am looking forward. As I blogged in the previous entries, I do not hit along well with my current manager. However, leaving the post feels like a personal betrayal. It was she that took me under her wing when I desperately needed my first job, and now I am leaving for better things, probably kicking up some dust on the team that I would leave behind.