So, I've gone through every possible emotion thus far. Okay, not denial. I'm sure that will come when we are actually physically leaving this place behind.
I cried like a baby at first. Felt like someone punched me in the gut. I was literally sick. Part of me thinks it was just the initial blow and reality of it all. The other part of me thinks it was excitement. I know, a weird way to express excitement.
We've told our families and most of our friends by now. I don't think anyone was expecting this, especially my mom and dad. They (everyone here that we know and are related to) have all been spoiled because we have been here so long, they never thought we'd actually transfer out. Well, folks, it's happening.
I've come to terms with it. What else can I do. I won't bloom where I'm planted; instead, I plan to enjoy the crap out of this upcoming extended vacation. I have already started exploring options for jobs (eh, just ok) and the landscape for excursions (way cool). I'm going to be out of my element, but I'm pretty adaptable. I think it'll be just fine and then some.
Now, if I can just persuade some of my dear friends to somehow manage to get orders there too.