I’m tired of writing about my break-up. It’s old news. I’m surprised it only took this long. That boy was pretty much everything I’d hoped for in a partner: patient, goofy, smart, adventurous, funny, kind, caring, resourceful, and handsome. He has a wonderful, amazing family. He introduced me to new, awesome friends. I wanted him to be my adventure partner forever.
And in a way, he still can be. The transition back to being best friends will be a bit strange. It feels right, but of course, it won’t be instantaneous. I just have to be patient and accept that.
I’m making peace with the fact that I’m not the only girl who’s been broken up with after two and a half years. In fact, I have it pretty good, all things considered. I have the opportunity to renew a great friendship while planning new (and kind of scary) adventures.
The official announcement that I’m leaving my company went out last night. People are wishing me well, and also poking fun at the fact I’m leaving. Leaving behind the people at this company is difficult. When I graduated from college, my #1 goal for my new job was to work with people I loved. Well, mission accomplished. It’s not going to be easy to say good-bye.
I’m nervous about my trip abroad. There’s a lot of stuff I need to take care of. I say “stuff” because I don’t want to think about it. Not yet, at least.
What I do want to jump ahead to is settling into wherever I’ll be attending grad school. I’ve been running searches on Yelp for the best pho, sushi, breweries, and cupcake bakeries in all the cities. I’ve browsed craigslist for housing. And I’ve been trying to figure out how cute the male grad students are in each of those cities. Normal things, you know. Never mind the fact that I still need to figure out how I’m paying for school and relocation. Or which school I’m going to. The HR department at work weighed in on which college I should attend by trying to convince me which city was the coolest. Glad to know they have my best interests in mind!
But here’s the big news: I think I have a crush or two. WHAAAAAT? I know. I haven’t had a proper crush for years. I don’t think I even had a proper crush on C before we realized we had feelings for each other, nor did I have a proper crush for a year and a half before we started dating. I can recall one person who I was semi-interested in, but… does that really count?
Anyway. Big things on the horizon. Including cupcakes. Oh my goodness, cupcakes.