I try not to recycle blog post titles, but that one is worth the re-use.
A year’s journey is about to come to an end. Well, not a year. Nine-ish months. Nine months of getting used to adulthood. Nine months of paying bills and budgeting. Nine months of being a student, an employee, and a fiance all at once.
Now I’ll just be an employee and a fiance. And eventually a wife.
Soon I will move out of the little apartment I’ve called home for the last several months. I will miss it, but I am ready for a change of scene. Specifically, I’m looking forward to seeing my husband every morning.
I will also stop being a graduate assistant. I will still be a graduate student, but I will be taking courses one at a time while working full time.
That said, tomorrow will be my last day working at the library. I will not cry. I won’t. That will be the end of a five-year journey. It was my first and only job. And I will miss it.
Tomorrow I sail on to strange and uncharted shores. Everything is ending; everything is beginning.
Isn’t it delicious?