Today is my first day at my new job in New York City. A few weeks ago I was reached out to about a position at a tech company for a content marketing writer position. I’m used to getting various recruiter emails– I even wrote about how annoying some of them can be in this post— but this one was legitimate, personalized and a perfect fit for my skill set. So after numerous phone and in-person interviews, I was offered the position and accepted it.
I’m extremely excited for this new opportunity. It’s a great company, allows me to write more than my last job did, and I feel like I can grow within my career here. But with all the excitement, and nervousness, of a new job comes sadness for leaving my previous job. I truly loved my old job, and the two years I spent there were amazing. I had a commute that was almost too good to be true (a 30-minute train ride and a super short walk from the station to my office), worked in a field that I love (SEO) and had the best co-workers. Everyone I worked with was extremely smart, kind and just all-around awesome. Not only have I made professional connections with many of my old co-workers, but I feel like I gained a few real, lifelong friends as well.
There’s a lot I’ll miss about working at my old job in Hoboken. I’ll miss my boss, who is a superstar in the SEO and social media community. He was not only a great mentor, but also a friend. I’ll miss my team members, who I worked with on a daily basis and told me “our department will fall apart” upon me leaving. The week leading up to me leaving, I received such kind words from all my co-workers (and an adorable card and picture frame as well!). No, I didn’t cry, but there were times when I felt like it. It sounds super nerdy and cliche to be sad about leaving a job in your 20’s, but I truly will miss a lot about my time there.
I’m assuming I’ll be fairly busy with my new job and everything else in-between, so bear with me if things get a bit quiet around here.