Not riding the wave
I am not sure who is nuttier - y'all for standing in line at MIDNIGHT TO BUY A BOOK or ME for NOT CARING AT ALL. Wait...I think I am nuttier - I just typed Y'ALL. Yikes. If I come back from Texas with dark roots, teased hair, and a man who spits chewing tobbacco...please shoot me.
I doubt if my weekend was as exciting as everyone elses seemed to be. I slept INSANELY too long on friday night - went to bed at 10pm and didn't wake until 11am on Saturday! Sheesh. Had lunch with a friend from work, went to see I Pronounce You Chuck and Larry (which was HILARIOUS BTW) and than sat at Starbucks and chatted for a while. Good times. Jon is a nice guy and I totally adore verbally sparing with him. lol Ian came over Saturday night and we ate In n Out and watched Saturday Night Live.
Sunday I just hung out, went to breakfast, sold my bedframe (I'm sleeping on a mattress on the floor now) and went to bed early. I woke up this morning to the realization that I have 7 DAYS LEFT IN SAN DIEGO....and its kinda freaking me out. Everyone here at TCI loves me and it was horrible to give my week notice on Friday. I cried all day and even more on Saturday when Jon and I talked about it. Of course, just when I make the decision to leave, I find a great company. Granted, the pay isn't great (which is the reason for moving anyway) but the people are fantastic. I've been told that "the door is always open" so I can leave knowing I have a job when I come back to San Diego.
It seems as though, no matter how many times I move, it never gets easier. I am excited about what is in store for me yet sad about what I am leaving behind. I have changed SO MUCH in the city and made amazing friends here; its really hard to leave all that. You guys every worry that those you left behind will forget about you? That's what I am struggling with. I just wonder (and hope) I made a big enough impact on their lives to want to keep in touch with me.
I doubt if my weekend was as exciting as everyone elses seemed to be. I slept INSANELY too long on friday night - went to bed at 10pm and didn't wake until 11am on Saturday! Sheesh. Had lunch with a friend from work, went to see I Pronounce You Chuck and Larry (which was HILARIOUS BTW) and than sat at Starbucks and chatted for a while. Good times. Jon is a nice guy and I totally adore verbally sparing with him. lol Ian came over Saturday night and we ate In n Out and watched Saturday Night Live.
Sunday I just hung out, went to breakfast, sold my bedframe (I'm sleeping on a mattress on the floor now) and went to bed early. I woke up this morning to the realization that I have 7 DAYS LEFT IN SAN DIEGO....and its kinda freaking me out. Everyone here at TCI loves me and it was horrible to give my week notice on Friday. I cried all day and even more on Saturday when Jon and I talked about it. Of course, just when I make the decision to leave, I find a great company. Granted, the pay isn't great (which is the reason for moving anyway) but the people are fantastic. I've been told that "the door is always open" so I can leave knowing I have a job when I come back to San Diego.
It seems as though, no matter how many times I move, it never gets easier. I am excited about what is in store for me yet sad about what I am leaving behind. I have changed SO MUCH in the city and made amazing friends here; its really hard to leave all that. You guys every worry that those you left behind will forget about you? That's what I am struggling with. I just wonder (and hope) I made a big enough impact on their lives to want to keep in touch with me.
1to the Izzo:
I would never, NEVER, let you be with a guy like that. Ew. :) Although the teased hair I would let slide.
Get excited for SUNDAY! Yay-who, Yay-who!
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