It's a funny thing.

Part of it felt exactly the way I thought it would.

Tightness in my chest.

The urge to scream.

Nervousness.

Excitement.

And part of it feels totally unexpected and strange and foreign.

All that to say, I got a job.

THAT'S RIGHT! A JOB! A NEW JOB!!

Words can not convey my excitement right now. I can't tell you what a relief it is to not have to be on the lookout for any job opportunity passing my way, to be able to retire my "job interview" suit and to wave "buh-bye" to the things I won't miss about this job.

But at the same time, it's funny how this job isn't at all like what I expected.

To start with, the new one is part time.

A lot of people wouldn't leave a full-time job for a part-time one, but everything about this one makes sense and seems like it will work out for my — and my family's — advantage.

This job also isn't one I ever had my eyes on, or one that I really prepared for. That sounds awful, but it was more like this job just popped up one day, and I threw my resume at it, then slapped together stuff for an interview and just went with it.

But then in the interview (entrevista), it clicked. We clicked. I said something incredibly sarcastic before I could stop myself and be all vanilla for my interview, and they laughed. Glory hallelujah, they laughed.

So today, I turned in my notice.

I e-mailed a couple of people who have been references for me more than once (OK. Make that more than 10 times, easily), people who have commiserated with me and bitched with me. And today we celebrated.

And that's the part that's weird. The part I kind of wasn't expecting.

I was so tired of being here that I figured when I actually moved on, I'd be all, "Don't let the door hit ya," and not miss anything.

But I will miss some things.

I'll miss some of the people I work with: the people who've become my friends and have helped me out over and over again, people who joke with me or text me during miserably awful meetings, people who e-mail me just to say thank you, people who sent me dozens of job openings because they knew I was looking, and people who call just to talk about the stories I wrote that week and how they caught a joke I slipped in (journalists totally do that, by the way).

I'll miss you.

And it's been fun.

Don't let the door hit ya.