well, I'm sitting here in my bed, on the first of the last 11 days that I will be sitting in this bed, in this room, for...well, ever, at least the room anyway. I'm moving, in 11 days. There is a lot to think about, and a lot to do. I wrote a letter of resignation today, let me tell you something, that makes me feel old. I'm not old. But wow does that feel like something I shouldn't be doing yet. Anyway
I am going to miss a lot of people here. This town may not be home, but I have built a family here, and it's one I will miss deeply, even if I don't get around to telling everyone all the time. Which I won't. I'm horrible at that kind of thing.
I wish I could articulate all the emotions that I am dealing with today. I wish I could just stay in bed, and put it all away for a few hours. I can't. But I really wish I could.
It's not that I'm sad to go, a part of me is. Most of me is excited to be moving on, to make a fresh start. I have a few job opportunities lined up already so hopefully that area will go well. I'm a little nervous about all of it. Living so close to my family and all, moving back in with my mom for awhile. Even if it is just 4 months. I live a very different way than my family seems to, and they don't like it even when I'm not just down the street from them. I wonder if they will be upset and hurt by it even more when I am. My roommates tell me all the time that they saw me more often when we didn't live together. It's true too. I am never home. Where i am depends on the things I'm doing. That may change some when I move. Who knows.
But I lined up the truck and trailer today, sent off my resume to a couple of places, applied to a couple of other places using Monster. After I write this I'm headed to the local office of a place down there to see about a job. I guess it's not that counter productive.
It all just feels very overwhelming, especially the finances involved. But it will all work out in the end.