Last night, I stood, looking in the mirror, as big, hot tears ran down my cheeks. The tears began as I was saying goodbye to a dear friend, and only continued to flow as my cab home strategically drove by each of my offices, some of my favorite bars and restaurants, and the beautifully illuminated Capitol building. It finally hit me: I’m leaving.
Until then, I had been so focused on “I’m going” – I’m going to Texas, I’m going to be closer to family, I’m going to be warmer, I’m going to never take the bus again.
Last night, I realized that I’m not just going, I’m leaving too. Leaving people who I care about and who care about me. Leaving a career path I’ve worked toward my whole life. Leaving the city where I met my husband and fell in love.
Even though I’m so excited to go, it’s still hard to leave. Harder than I was expecting.
Luckily, I had my husband’s strong arms to cry myself to sleep in – and life can never be too bad as long as his arms are wrapped around me.