One more week

Well, I find myself looking down the road of time as one week. I have ONE week left before I quite the job that has held me up, kept me down and beaten for the last 4 years. Kinda wierd acutally, I thought I would never get out of here. I mean, I've actually tried to quite 2 times, but was smashed down into a submissive "no" from my boss who claimed to know better...oye. Of course I really can't complain, where else can you yell at your boss for an hour about how miserable your life is and it's all her fault? Not many places, so with the bad is the good.

I will miss the girls I work with (who know more about me than anything and visa-versa). They have been there through all the relationships, breakdowns, personal crisis, and happy moments of getting my first 4.0, or having people bring me flowers for Valentine's Day, stuff like that. I've grown so used to them all that it's going to be hard being the "new girl" again. I don't quite know what job I'll have in Seattle, but I have a feeling that it's going to be very interesting given the group of girls that I've been working with. I'm sure they'll get along withought me, but it would be nice to know if they would miss me. We shall see how my last week goes. Of course you know this means I get to party down when I'm done.

I think that for the first semester I'm going to just work in Seattle, because I found out that the program that I want to get into has some pre-reqs that I didn't expect, so it's going to be a while anyway, plus that and I want to get to know Seattle a little. Oh good grief this is going to be wierd.

I'm going to miss my family. I'm not just talking about my parents, but my WHOLE family. I never get to spend time with them and it makes me sad because they live in the same state as me, yet we really don't have a lot of contact. I'm going to miss the family get-togethers, the smell of Natalie's kitchen, Aunt Linda's perfume and Uncle Jim's ready smile and deep voice. Also catching up with all my cousins and the kids, saying how much they've grown and feeling just a wee bit older myself. Oh...that reminds me...

I'm turning 25...oye.

Yeah, yeah, but to anyone under that age, it's a pretty scary thing. I have so many goals and stuff that I thought I was going to accomplish by now, and none of them have been done. I can't dwell on that cuz it will make me sad, it just means I have to re-adjust them and tweak them so that I can get at least 1 or 2 of them accomplished before I turn 26, that was it was technically "by 25".

So I guess we shall see what the next few weeks will be like. They will prove to be interesting, and I'll update as I can. Cheerio!