So, I'm moving in approx. a week. It's a very surreal feeling- to be going about your daily routine with the thought in the back of your mind that its all going to be turned on its head soon.
I'm pretty much packed up, and all my worldly goods are in one room of the apartment. Carpets cleaned/vaccuumed, movers lined up, have my 4 furniture pieces for a huge rental house thats a miracle in and of itself.
Standing on the edge of leaving, you get to find out how people really feel about you, and I've been happy and surprised with what I've learned. One co-worker gave me a big hug today when we realized we wouldn't see each other next week before I left. (But it's okay - we're facebook friends). Another, one of the nurse practitioners, when I told her where my job would be, told me that I'd 'do really well there/do a good job'.
This weekend will be the last time I spend any substantial time in my hometown before moving. (I try not to think about this too much, because I'm a girl and often can be too sentimental, my imagination can get the better of me, and if I dwell, it is entirely possible I will cry).
I love my family very much and will miss them very much.