Today was one of the hardest I've had in a really long time. Mark and I got to Chicago around 7 last night, unpacked the car and organized my new room. It was exactly as I suspected: once the bags were unpacked, the reality of this decision sunk in. Holy....cow.
All drama aside, it was really hard to say good-bye to Mark today. When I thought about it, it was the first time since we've been together that I say goodbye to him and not the other way around. I was having a really tough time with feeling guilt over leaving our dogs, our house, our life and I called Mark to talk and before I could get into any of this he says: "I'm pretty pumped. I get to listen to playoff games the entire ride!"
I can drive myself crazy about what is "right" and "makes sense" or I can just live life and see what happens. But, still. Holy....Cow.
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