Stephanie (collacentaur) wrote,

Tonight was my going-away party. My boss took me out to dinner at a nice restaurant in town, and invited some of the women who used to work with us. It was fun. He's been so supportive and encouraging, despite the chaos and hardship that's about to overtake him when I'm gone. That's probably the thing that makes me feel the best about what I'm about to do -- and also what makes me feel the worst. I've always described the office as being like family. Now it's like I'm leaving the nest for the first time. Sort of like when I left for college, except for less yelling and sulking.

It's still not quite real. My head's all full of what I need to get done in the next week at the office. This project and that, wrapping up that case, writing lists and procedures, and labeling every pile in the office. I need to remember to take my pen, and the shelf.

I'm also thinking about what needs to get packed and moved and all. Most of it was done in August, but I had about a carload and a half of stuff still here for the last two months. About half of that is getting moved tomorrow. So I've been thinking about what fits best how, what I'll need in the next week, and so on.

Although next Friday is my last day of work, I'm not even certain yet on which day I'll finish moving. I don't know whether I have plans for next weekend. If I'm doing the... thing, then I'll be there Friday and Saturday nights, come back here on Sunday night and move on Monday. If not, then I'll most likely move out on Saturday. It doesn't matter, of course, it's not as if I'm getting kicked out of here, but it's unusual for me to not have everything set in stone by this point.

And that's on purpose. I'm trying to learn to be flexible, to accept uncertainty as well as change. Might as well try it with my own life, with things that are under control and that I can make alternate plans for. Baby steps toward adventure.

I just wish I could remember where I packed my slippers. I'm afraid they may be in storage, and I wanted them. They're not with the rest of my shoes.

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