You know the moment where you walk out the door or away from somewhere and you have that feeling where you don't know when you'll return? I had one of those moments today.
 

It's such a strange feeling when you're leaving someplace familiar and it's slightly heartbreaking that I'm going to have to deal with the feeling in two weeks when I board my flight and two and a half hours later find myself in the middle of Orlando and living just next to Lake Buena Vista and Walt Disney World. This is an opportunity that so many people would kill to have and here I am; a nervous wreck unsure of themselves. In the words of Dorothy, but with some editing on my part - "Lily, we're not in Jersey anymore." I guess it's slightly silly to even incorporate my dog in the phrase as she won't even be with me, but it's comforting to think the phrase as such.
 

Sitting back and reflecting my time at my first "real" job actually makes me surprisingly sad. I have honestly waited for the day where I could say that I was leaving, but now that it's happened I'm actually upset. I'm not so much upset about the job itself, since I know I can go back and I probably will even though I absolutely despise the hours and the physical pain it leaves me in is immense, but I adore the people. Each person I worked with has some sort of story that correlates to how we get along. There are a few people I feel as though I wouldn't really miss, but it's turning out I really will.
 

I guess the whole point of this, is if on the of chance anyone reads this that I worked with, I would really like to say - thank you for everything. I honestly mean that in the least sarcastic way possible, which is the side of me that wasn't widely evident all the time when we were working.
 

I really don't know what else I could even say here, so I'll leave it at this for now. However, I will mention that I leave in two weeks. There is so much that needs to be done and the time is ticking!
 

Until next time,