I almost skived off writing, I’ll have you know. I got home after my 10-turned-13-hour work day, and basically said [bleep] this! before putting on pajamas and crawling into bed to catch up briefly on the social networks before turning in.
But I remembered I didn’t write yesterday, and I wanted to, though I didn’t know what I would say, so here I am, again not knowing how it will go. At least it’s going though, right?
Sometimes too, at the end of a 10-turned-13-hour work day, your brain is so mushed up from therapizing and empathizing and rationalizing and conniving, you just can’t give it a fair go to make a reasonable or educated entry. You just have to turn that part of your brain off, and let words happen, regardless of their value.
Today, ladies and gentlemen, is one of those days.
Today is also, ladies and gentlemen, the official ‘two weeks’ notice’ for work. After today, I only work two more weeks. As of Thursday, I will only have two more weeks in Indianapolis. Tomorrow marks the two month countdown to my leaving the US entirely.
I would say something cliche about how I don’t handle change well (who does), but the reality is, this too will pass. I will stress and probably cry and be angry and irritable and jolly and good-willed. I will give lots of hugs and confirm lots of email addresses. I will hopefully drink lots of tequila and eat one last dinner with David at our favorite restaurant (our in this case meaning the restaurant each of us likes very much, so that it probably averages out to be ‘our favorite’). I will call my mom worried because A, B and C haven’t worked out as planned but strangely X, Y and Z have. That is moving. It is a process, it is messy, it is transformative, and I am just tasting the tip of the iceberg. It is only downhill (or is it uphill?) from here.
It is also inevitable. It is a path I laid down on January 23, 2012 when I forked over all of my savings to lay the deposit down on my MBA program. I knew these days would come. I invited them. So I’d better damn well not complain about them!
For now though, I will stay focused, do what needs to be done each day, and grow ever more sentimental and grateful for the good times I’ve had here in Indianapolis. I did promise myself I would become sappy and gregarious at some point in this…