Shit is getting real guys
Today was my last official day of work. I am going in tomorrow to pick up some things I didn't want to carry because I didn't want to walk in the rain with them. It was sad, sadder than I anticipated to leave work. I really liked the people--the friends I made, the things that place taught me, where it has gotten me in life physically and mentally. I feel as though I've learned a lot of things in life the hard way, through mistakes and through bad experiences. My life at this job was probably one of the greatest positive experiences, where I still learned a lot. That means a lot to me--an experience where I didn't learn from the negatives, I learned from all of the good that happened to me and came my way through that job. I am actually going to start serious packing this evening. More of my furniture is leaving between today and tomorrow. This is a big deal. I have wanted to move out of Pittsburgh and closer to the people I love for YEARS now and now it is actually happening. In the mix of joy, it is also scary. For starters, a good handful of people here also became the people I loved. This life I've had here--with bits and pieces of my old loved ones merging every once in a while--became what I have known for the past 4 years. Some days I'm worried about how I'm going to fit in back into a "past" life. How I'm going to feel, living at home for a few weeks. I'm not even staying in that life for long--then it's going to change into something completely new to me. Something that for a while, I was positive I didn't want (living in NY). The next 3-6 weeks are going to bring so many changes to my lifestyle and my relationships, my location, my transportation...the list goes on. I'm excited. I'm terrified.