I'm still making the rounds telling people I'm moving to California. I am met with well wishes and "good for you, bad for us" as well as people being excitedly jealous. I really like my Madison coworkers and I'll be so sad to leave (most of) them.
This weekend my dear friend Dave got married in Wisconsin Dells. He and I have known each other since middle school, but we got really close after college. He asked me to do a reading at their wedding and with help from Michele, I picked the wedding vows Paul Newman read to Joanne Woodward.
On Tuesday, I woke up with a scratchy throat. Me being me, I complained about getting a cold the week of the wedding and through texts Kristin convinces me it's allergies. I confirm with webmd and I move on, now complaining about allergies. But it's not allergies. It is now a full-blown cold and at this very moment I cannot talk. I have no voice. I had a voice for the reading, it may have sounded like I had a cold, but I was heard. After the party and the catching up I no longer have a voice. At least not one I recognize as my own.
I secretly used Dave's wedding as my going away party. I leave in a month and I probably won't see most of that group before I go.
The wedding was beautiful. The weather perfect. Libations in abundance. People in high spirits. I had such a wonderful time catching up and laughing and seeing old friends that I would have a wedding every week. We looked at pictures from freshman year of college and there was definite proof that we've aged. I'm still in denial and I will hopefully soon forget those images in favor of tricking myself into thinking I will forever look like I am 16.
Oh, and this was the first wedding I've ever been to where I unintentionally wore the same dress as another guest! Modcloth is the place to shop.
The Art of Marriage Written by Wilfred A. Peterson
Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.
A good marriage must be created.
In the Art of Marriage, the little things are the big things…
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say “I love you” at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is at no time taking the other for granted;
the courtship should not end with the honeymoon,
it should continue through all the years.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the crowd.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude
of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy.
It is speaking words of appreciation
and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not expecting the husband to wear a halo or the wife to have wings of an angel.
It is not looking for perfection in each other.
It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding
and a sense of humor.
It is having the capicity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is finding room for the things of the spirit.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal,
dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal.
It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.
It is discovering what marriage can be, at its best.
My office has four and a half floors. And that doesn't include the two other locations. I work with maybe 100 people in this office? I've never counted. I'm not going to say goodbye to each and every one of them, but there are a few I'd like to see before I go.
I started that task today. So far so good! All have been really excited for me and supportive, but also sad that I'm going. It's bittersweet. I feel the same way. I'm sad to leave but so excited to get out there!
So far I've said goodbye to maybe ten people, I have about five more to go.
Done! It was hard. And I'm still in shock that I did it. I gave them five weeks. I hope that's plenty of time to replace me, but let's be honest, I'm hard to replace. :)
It was a short 90 second conversation with my boss, who I will miss dearly. I really didn't want to tell her, mainly because I don't want to leave her. She's amazing. Supportive, easy, fun, and all the best things in a boss. I've had a few great bosses but my last two were so hard to leave.
And then I told my parents. I think Mom cried. It's getting real. I have an end date with work. I am going to pack up and leave a state I've lived in for a large number of years, I can't say the number because I don't believe it myself, I still think I'm 17 sometimes.
My brother lives about a five or six hour drive from my parents. My plane ride will be about four hours, and with the arriving early to the airport, it'll put travel time at just about six hours. I think six hours is fine. Especially since I don't have to drive. It's totally do-able for a long weekend.
Now that one is done, I have to move on to Step Two: personally tell people before they hear it through the grapevine.
This is the idea: Boyfriend will fly in to WI and we will pack up my car and drive out there together. I am the worst at car rides. Between Cat and me, I don't think Boyfriend will survive. I think there are enough miles for us to break up twice and reconcile by the time we get there. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
At this moment in time, 10:19 pm on a Sunday night in WI, I plan to only take what I can fit in my car. Gasp! I don't think I can actually do it. I take it back. There's no way. My makeup alone won't all fit in my car. I have too many clothes, but I won't have to take my winter jackets! Or my long underwear. Or all my winter knits that I've made over the years. Looks like Mom and Dad will be warm this winter. And they'll also have a lot of dishes, towels, shoes, and eyeshadows.
I drive a Toyota Corolla. I don't know how I'll fit another human and a cat with all my things. But Boyfriend is an engineer and I'm good at Tetris so I'm sure we can make it work. Also I'm on a mission to lose three pounds so that'll free up a little room.
I have to go to bed, so I can stay up all night fretting about telling my boss I'm moving. I will be giving five weeks notice, I think that's enough time. But then again, how do you replace me? Maybe she'll keep me on and I can work remotely! Win win win.