I'm sitting alone in my hotel room at the Town & Suites Hotel in Horsham, PA. I've almost completed a full week of training for my new position with GMAC Mortgage as the HOPE Community Relations Specialist for Chicago. Tonight is the first "down" night my teammates and I have had since our whirlwind week began here in Philadelphia a few days ago. What a contrast in my emotions from Sunday evening, as I sat in the Philadelphia airport baggage claim waiting to meet my travel/training companions for the next two weeks, to now. In this moment, I feel relieved. I made it through the first week (just about). My teammates are a great bunch of people. We've already bonded over beer and inside jokes. We are all embarking on a new adventure. Each of us are in different places in our lives and in the country, but we all have this desire for something new, exciting and challenging.
Next week will bring a new set of challenges and things to tackle. But I think I'm ready for it. I hope I am. I have that feeling in my chest...the one that feels kind of tight and expansive and pulsing all at the same time. I'm pretty sure we classify that feeling as Hope (yes, I am a HOPE rep, but no pun intended here). I am hopeful about the things to come; the experiences that I will embark on in the next few months, maybe the next few years. I am excited about the people I will meet and things I will get to do. I can't even picture what it all looks like yet, but I welcome the adventure with open arms.
The next few weeks I will spend adjusting to my new job and very soon, to my new apartment in Chicago. Til the next hotel room and the next set of reflections, these are mine from Room 222 ...
