Today was beautifully sad. I left my job today, my first big girl job. Or what I felt was my first big girl job. I had an office, I had business cards, I had a list of things to do each day that for the most part I really enjoyed. Most of all however, I had people that I really loved to work with. Barb, Tammy, Tammy, Julia and Meghan all became my support group over the last year or less. In a Kentucky where I felt lonely a lot of the time there was this amazing group of women I got to work with, learn from and laugh with.
Now I am inbetween spots, tomorrow I am sleeping in Memphis. Right now I am still in Wilmore but my spot (my house) is a crazy mine field of boxes, rubbermade tubs, and the sight of things still to be done. And to top it off somehow a moth has gotten in. Great. All I need is a moth.
I know that great things await around the corner, and someday soon and very soon I will have positive blogs to write. (damn moth) But for now may I just say, I am tired of being transitional, transplanted, and trans…. ported.