Tuesday is the end of more than a year of long-distance dating.
Wednesday is the end of my crappy job.
Thursday is the end of my time here at home with family.
...And Friday is the beginning of a whole new life.
A bitter-sweet week, to be sure. I'm excited to get back to a more active, interesting, compelling lifestyle. Excited to spend more time in my beloved New Orleans. Relieved and thrilled at the chance to finally... finally live in the same city as a certain someone. Beyond ready to leave my boring job.
But I hate. I hate leaving my family. I convened a goodbye party this weekend, thinking it would be a fun way to leave; thinking that instead of a sad goodbye, we could all have a good time and leave on a high note. But having everyone together, only reminded me of how much I love them all.
I'm going to miss everyone terribly...