This week was one of the hardest weeks of my life. I don't think most people understand what it was like for me to leave Chapel Hill. So much of who I am and my identity is based on this place. I heard lots of, "Finally, it's about time you left," and that honestly upset me. If the people that said that to me had half as much fun as I did, invested even a portion of what I have into their community, and built the relationships that I had with friends and family, they would understand that it's like losing a piece of yourself. I loved my life in Chapel Hill. I was immensely happy, but the job situation for me was better elsewhere and so it was time to go and try something new.
I keep forgetting that I have moved. I left the Target yesterday and was totally confused that I wasn't in Durham. It took a moment to get my bearings and then I drove myself home to a sparsely inhabited apartment. A blowup mattress on the floor is the only furniture I have and the rest of my belongings are scattered among the wreckage of packing materials, eagerly awaiting my Dad's visit in a week.
I go through each day with a vague plan. Yesterday it was go to Target and open a bank account and meet your co-workers (who are great!). Today it was get internet and groceries. Tomorrow I will look for furniture. I have to remind myself that they didn't build Rome in a day because I keep expecting things to be easy and to fall into place. They will, but it will take time.
For right now, I take it one day at a time. I miss my home, but I look forward to phone calls, emails, and eventually visitors. I may be in Kentucky but...
In my mind I'm gone to Carolina.
we miss you tooooooooooooooooo :'(
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