A certain wistfulness has been creeping into my chest this week, and it’s brought with it a nagging, ever-present awareness that in a few fast-approaching days, I’ll be steering my car far, far away from here.
That was last week. This week I feel good. I’ve packed up and mailed a handful more boxes, lined up some freelance work starting next month, and I have a great week in front of me. (And, bonus, work is driving me insane!)
A handful of activities include(d):
A farewell lunch with some of my favorite teammates and friends
My exit interview (during which I’ll air very few grievances)
A farewell happy hour (goodbyes + beer = possible public display of emotion…watch out!)
Birthday celebration for Cassie at Osteria Marco
» Planning a July fourth trip back to Colorado with D
» Planning a girl’s weekend in Chicago for late-March
» Planning my trip route. Which is going to look something like this. Yikes. 2,000 miles.
My plan is to keep so busy that I don’t have time to be emotional about the leaving part of things. So far so good.
Awhile ago I also decided to chronicle my long road trip via video. Something bizarre usually happens to me when I travel long distances, whether I accidentally douse myself in gasoline, or Ella throws up on the center console. Anyway, putting it together will be a fun project during my downtime and a nice way to document the closing of the transcontinental gap that’s been between D and I for the last 18 months.
‘Tis all for now. Time to mail [even more] boxes.
[Jam of the Day]: Thunder Ant, The Perfect Song