No more events, no more long hours, no more smiling and laughing at work, no more post-work drinks with my team, no more Halloweens with them,...just no more.
The margarita at 5:30pm numbed my thought process...thank goodness...because I have a tendency to over-think things and I didn't want to deal with that now. I had a hard enough time Thursday night. Maybe that's why I threw myself into making sure I had the best training manual I could write up. Writing makes me focus. So with that I wouldn't realize the scary situation that I'm dealing with. I've never worked at a place where it pained me so much to leave. My inner hopes and dreams that we could possible stay in the Norfolk area, get the house, live in the San Franciscan area, and have a backyard for dogs...vanished. We're not getting that.
We're getting a roadtrip to California.
But I have to focus on what's next. I can't dwell in the the now.
We'll celebrate 7 years together this fall. I'm thinking a weekend in L.A. But who knows what Mr. Wookie has up his sleeve. He's sneaky and crafty like that.
I'll miss it here. Everything we've had. It's been great, minus the dis-repaired roads. I loved a lot of it, minus the humidity. I feel spoiled sometimes, especially how great the day was for the Shamrock Half Marathon. I wouldn't mind coming back, but Mommy McD better still be in Northern Virginia.
It hasn't been bad, Virginia. I've learned a lot. Like how to road rage like an East Coaster. :) But you still need to learn how to recycle like a badass.