Beginnings and Endings
I’ve been struggling with what to write for my first post, there’s all this pressure to make the first post of a new blog excellent, to set the bar to future entries. To be honest, I’m not 100% sure what direction this blog is going to take. 2018 holds so many major life changes for me that I could realistically focus on any one little part and have more than enough material to publish. For now however, I think I want to focus on the beginnings and endings in my life at the moment.
It’s never easy to leave someone or something that you love and have come to cherish, even a job or a career. My least favorite thing to do is to quit a job I truly enjoy, even more so a job with coworkers and a boss that welcomed me and made me feel truly appreciated. I know I’ll have one hell of a time finding another job in a place that was as good to me as the neurology office I’ve spent the last eight months. Giving my notice today was probably one of the most nerve wracking and stressful things I’ve had to do in a very long time, and I very nearly cried. I have a month left to let my coworkers know how much I’ve genuinely enjoyed and valued my time in the office with them.
As heartbroken as I am to leave my job, I know that one thing must end for another to begin. Now that I’ve given my notice, it’s really solidified and brought home the fact that yes, we are picking up our lives and moving 3,000 miles away. This is real, this is happening, and in a little over three weeks our entire home will be packed in boxes and shipped away, and we’ll be following not long after. I’ve been looking forward to January for months now, without ever really pausing to consider that I’ll be leaving the state I’ve grown to love, that has given me so many beautiful photographs and memories throughout the last four years.
But leaving is okay, because February 5th I’ll be boarding a ferry to take my fiancé and I to Washington, and from there we drive to Salt Lake City, to start our new life together. Without the end of our time in Alaska, we won’t be able to move on to the next part of our lives - planning our wedding, starting a family, buying a home - all the things I swore two years ago were too far off in the future to think about.
I’m still not sure what I’ll write about, but maybe that’s okay and I can figure it out as I go along. That’s what life is all about, isn’t it?
It’s never easy to leave someone or something that you love and have come to cherish, even a job or a career. My least favorite thing to do is to quit a job I truly enjoy, even more so a job with coworkers and a boss that welcomed me and made me feel truly appreciated. I know I’ll have one hell of a time finding another job in a place that was as good to me as the neurology office I’ve spent the last eight months. Giving my notice today was probably one of the most nerve wracking and stressful things I’ve had to do in a very long time, and I very nearly cried. I have a month left to let my coworkers know how much I’ve genuinely enjoyed and valued my time in the office with them.
As heartbroken as I am to leave my job, I know that one thing must end for another to begin. Now that I’ve given my notice, it’s really solidified and brought home the fact that yes, we are picking up our lives and moving 3,000 miles away. This is real, this is happening, and in a little over three weeks our entire home will be packed in boxes and shipped away, and we’ll be following not long after. I’ve been looking forward to January for months now, without ever really pausing to consider that I’ll be leaving the state I’ve grown to love, that has given me so many beautiful photographs and memories throughout the last four years.
But leaving is okay, because February 5th I’ll be boarding a ferry to take my fiancé and I to Washington, and from there we drive to Salt Lake City, to start our new life together. Without the end of our time in Alaska, we won’t be able to move on to the next part of our lives - planning our wedding, starting a family, buying a home - all the things I swore two years ago were too far off in the future to think about.
I’m still not sure what I’ll write about, but maybe that’s okay and I can figure it out as I go along. That’s what life is all about, isn’t it?
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| Old Glenn Highway, Alaska December 30th, 2017  |
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