I wasn't sad about wrapping up my job, and I wasn't stressed about moving.
Until twelve hours before each.
And then it hit me, all the feelings.
Of course, it's too late to turn back then, and I didn't want to undo either decision, but there were all these feelings, and mostly I just wanted to sleep.
The last few days at work were great. I have no qualms about my decision to leave, but I did realize again that my boss and I have been in close quarters for three years, and despite the differences between us, and my lack of career interest in her business, she has been a staunch supporter and frequent encourager of me.
I am grateful.
Then my parents brought a van and a bed in the van, and they were troopers and my mom packs like a pro (no seriously, she is a pro), and my dad moves boxes so well, and what kind of movers also take you out for dinner? The best kind.
Today Karen and I cleaned the old apartment and I hugged our superintendent goodbye, and I squeezed her daughter, who sang me a song on Sunday (while her mom was feeding us lunch) and it went like this:
See you later, alligator.
In awhile, crocodile.
Blow a kiss, jellyfish.
Go home, Beff.
Yes. That is why I will miss them. Also, the meal exchange and cookie runs and all the laughter that was just eight steps away.
|photo by Karen|
|the sweet sight of spring|
But on a day like this, with sunshine and skirts and magnolia blossoms and patios, I feel excited for the summer, and hopeful about all these changes - despite my growing terror around the term "job hunt."