i'm not one to really put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) when it comes to how i'm feeling. i talk, A LOT, and often times it's about my feelings. you can tell my emotions so easily the way i communicate or interact with someone. i don't hold back my emotions and i could probably work on that, but it's how i've always been. (insert parent comment on the picture of me throwing a temper tantrum that's still hanging in our kitchen)
i feel like i never really got to sit and think about the changes that were happening in my life these past few months. everything kind of happened so quickly and i am so so grateful for that but sometimes i feel like i am just visiting atlanta playing grownup and i'll be driving back to tuscaloosa any day now. but i'm not.
i finished "classes" in april and immediately started my internship the very next week. throughout my internship i was looking at jobs but not very seriously. until i went home for a week break and mrs. adams threaten to not feed me until i applied to 10 jobs, so i applied to 11. the very next day i get a call from a school asking me when i could interview and when i would be done with my internship. i panicked. WHAT?! i set up a phone interview which lead to two more in person interviews and finally i was offered the job. at a great school just 10 minutes from my soon-to-be new apartment. and they wanted me to start the next week. my parents are awesome and immediately set up the movers and arrived in tuscaloosa to pack up my apartment so that i could spend the last few days with my precious babies at my internship. those kids taught me more than i could have ever taught them and i miss them each and every day.
starting at this new job i wasn't nervous, i didn't have rumbles in my belly. i slept the whole night before the first day and i was calm and cool. it was weird. i'm never like that about anything new, EVER. i still sweat when i have to drive somewhere new and wonder where i'm going to park. i started my job before i graduated so going into it the school knew that i still had to go back to walk. thankfully my school is awesome and let me have a three day weekend and understood that sometimes graduation is more important than open house ;). i drove to tuscaloosa and was fine, i got ready for graduation and was fine, i walked across that stage and was fine, but as i was opening my presents and cards and reading all the sweet notes from every one i realized this was it. i was leaving this apartment and my best friend/roommate. i lost it. i was not fine. i couldn't pull myself together. it finally hit me that i have to leave my home for the past four years and start all over.
i still feel like i am just visiting atlanta and driving back to be with park and the dogs any day now but i'm adjusting to life in the city great. i pretty much have a routine, i have an awesome new roommate who puts up with me, and i am making new friends at work. it didn't really hit me until today when there was terrible weather on the way home from work and two of my co-workers texted me to make sure i was driving safe and to text them when i made it home. i laugh way too hard at school, we get each other, we have weekly vent sessions (or as pastor calls them, planning meetings), and they have the best food i've ever eaten. i am thankful every morning when i wake up that i have a job to go to that i enjoy AND that is related to my major. i am so excited for this new journey and can't wait to explore this city but i also can't wait to get back to tuscaloosa hopefully sooner rather than later because roll tide till i die.
