Alright, what is next?

My workplace is very dramatic right now, but I am trying to ignore it all, and just enjoy my last week. Yesterday, I walked in, and there were balloons at my station, and the board that we use to post mortgage rates said. "Rachel's last week!" And something else nice about saying goodbye. I think we might have a little party, and I just can't believe how nice they are being, because I've only worked there for 8 months. Ashleigh calls it "Graduation goggles", where everything is suddenly rosy, and you think to yourself, "Why am I leaving here, again?"

I had a really nice Spanish dinner with Ashleigh and Dan, and amazing wine. And then we walked to the frozen yogurt place, and my heart was so full and so happy.

But as I lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep, I thought to myself about what the air smells like, standing on the back-porch of my grandmother's house, and I know I'm doing the right thing, even though it's going to be so hard to see her in pain, when she was so lively at Christmas time.

"I'm alright, don't I always seem to be? I've been swinging off the stars, don't I wear them on my sleeves?"
-Brandi Carlile