homeless

So here I am.  It's 7:30am on Saturday morning and I am sitting on the couch with my laptop at my fathers house.  The movers came yesterday and took all of my things.  I hated to leave my house.  I loved my home.  I didn't expect to feel quite so melencholy.   I kept thinking how hard I worked to be abe to afford that house, and how wide open and roomy it was.  I did reasonably well on the sale of the house, and I am quite satisfied with that part, however, I still feel displaced.  Uncomfortable.  It is difficult to not have a space all your own.

It is a really good thing that my father and I get along as well as we do.  Two peas in a pod really.  I leave for Alabama and COT in 14 more days.  I am still VERY excited about it!

ahhh...the joys of moving

No one ever said that moving was easy...but when you are in the military, moving can require an entirely different set of organizational skills.  In my case, I am going on two consecutive temporary duty assignments prior to heading off to my permanent duty station in Louisiana.  Because of that, the movers are coming to pick up my household goods in 10 days, and I wont see my things again until I get to Louisiana...six months from now.  What that means is that I have to figure out what of my belongings I need to take with me that I can't go without for six months.  Which is actually more challenging than it sounds (or does it sound as challenging as it actually is?  Hmmm...)

To my advantage, I have a car, and I will be able to take more things with me than, say, someone who is going to be flying to thier destination.  But, having more room could lend itself to more problems too.  Taking that which I really don't need just because I have the room and whatnot.    Although, now that I have been working on it for about three days, things are starting to flow nicely.  I am feeling less stressed.  And, a great benefit of the military is that THEY will pack all of my things up for me (minus the items I am taking with me in my car).

The phone is ringing....More later! 

No turning back now!

My last day at Bank of America was today. How completely surreal and exciting!  I shed no tears.  Not because I was bitter or anything, I am just content and confident in my decision.  Today a door closed on a chapter of my life where I learned a tremendous amount.  No doubt I will carry those lessons through the open door that stands in front of me, and I will be a more successful person as I take this journey.

It was really a great 'last day'.  Other than the typical cleaning out of the desk that I was obligated to do (and, quite honestly, had started working on weeks before), myself, my boss, and 6 other co-workers took me out to lunch at Hooters.  It's a long story.  Hooters has just been sort of a tradition among those of us at the site, even though I am female.  Gotta tell ya though, lots of good looking men go to Hooters during lunch, and there are many more men to look at than large-breasted women (ladies, are you listening?).  After we got back to the office, the rest of the folks had a going away party for me and gave me an ice-cream cake from Carvel (my favorite!  LOVE those chocolate crunchies in the middle layer!), and a Sworvski crystal as a good-bye present.  It was all really very nice, and I walked out with my head held high while three of my co-workers stood outside and saluted me as I drove away.  It was a hoot.

So today was my first day of freedom and what better way to spend it than in Jury Duty.  LOL. I swear that is how I spent the first half of my day.  I didn't get picked, but it was my first time ever being called to jury duty and I found the whole thing very exiting.  Especially with the law school thing.  I felt sad that I wasn't still in law school.  But that feeling didn't put a damper on the exictement that I found in the whole process.

Tomorrow, my second day o' freedom will be spent much more productively.  I will be driving up to Patrick AFB to pick up my newly altered uniforms, and from there I will be driving to NY!  WOO HOO! 

 

 

Excitement, anticipation, nerves...

Today is July 3rd.  Which means tomorrow is July 4th.  I love July 4th.   I live in South Florida, and I happen to be in a very small town that has one of the best fireworks displays I have ever seen.  And what's even better is that I can see them right from my father's patio, so no crowds, mosquito's or annoying drunk people to ruin eveyone's fun.   I love the 4th of July.   

Of course, I have in my mind that this is going to be my LAST fourth of July here in south Floirda.  It's rather bittersweet.  I find that I am so excited about starting my new life in the Air Force that I don't quite know what to do with myself.  I go from being giddy, to being hesitant, to being confused, to being simply content.  My last day of work will be this coming Tuesday, and I am really looking forward to that.   But realistically, I have been going through the same routine of getting up at 5am, commuting an hour to work each morning, working all day, and commuting an hour back each night for the past six years.  Not doing that anymore will also take some getting used to.  But I have so much I have to do, like figuring out what I need to have for the next six months until I am settled into my new home.  Packing, the closing on my house, the list is endless actually.

I am going to take a road trip next week after my last day of work.  I am going to make my way up the coast and drive to NY.  Going to see a girlfriend from my childhood, and then on my way back down, I am going to stop in Charlotte and hopefully, see a friend from the company I work for now.  It will be nice to see him one last time, and to thank him for all the guidance he has provided to me over the time I have worked for the company.

Well, back to seperating out my belongings into piles of "take with" or "pack".