(On one hand)
I AM ABOUT TO QUIT MY JOB… THIS THURSDAY!!!
I GO ON VACATION NEXT WEEK!!!
I WILL BE UNEMPLOYED FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE MONTH!!!!
I’M MOVING TO AUSTIN IN 45 DAYS!!!!
I am SO ridiculously excited! I have prepped for three different graduate programs and never gotten as far as actually going. I’m getting rid of most of my possessions and moving and going to live in a new place and that is so incredibly cool. I’m thrilled to quit my job, not work, vacation, travel around, and pack for the next month.
On the other hand… This is me whenever I think about actually leaving.
And saying goodbye to the people I love (even though it’s temporary).
It’s ridiculously bittersweet. I keep feeling like I’m dreaming, you know? Like, there is no way the plans I have for next month are actually about to happen to me, rather, they must be happening to someone else. Or maybe I died? Like, awhile ago? And I’m just a ghost and I don’t know it? It’s a weird sensation to describe.
Thursday, I quit my job.
Friday, I move back into my parent’s house
Sunday, I go on vacation.
Tuesday after, I go meet my boyfriend’s family.
August 20, I land in Austin.