Want to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.

I'm a big planner. I don't like to leave many things to chance.
I'm also in that weird Catch-22 every time something goes against plans- I expect it both to work and not work, all at the same time- so I'm both surprised and not surprised when it doesn't work out. (Gosh do I hope that sentence made sense).
Anyways- back to the topic at hand. I got my first job-related rejection letter this morning from the Smithsonian. It was a long shot, applying to work at the art museum, so I was actually not surprised by the rejection, and was pleasantly surprised that I did rank fairly high.
The thing is, I had/ have a really strong feeling that I'm meant to be in DC. Like something's up there waiting for me. I have no idea what, but there's a pull.
So anyways, I don't want to go into full details yet, but I got a possible job offer today. And it's not in DC. And despite all my planning to move away from here, it would mean staying here for 2 more years (minimum- with the option to stay longer).
And at some point this month, I'll explain myself better.