Tuesday, October 21, 2014

2 week notice

I put in my 2 weeks at work last Friday and the moving truck comes to take away all my stuff two weeks from today.  Only two more weeks at my current job is actually pretty exciting. No more metro! I am ready to kiss that office goodbye and spend the rest of the time before the wedding flitting around from here to New Jersey, to South Carolina to Washington and repeat. I'll be playing and planning and taking care of all the last minute details for our big day and the big move.

But then it hits me, and my throat catches and I remember that means I only have two more weekends at my current address with my people. 
That's just two more weeks of coming home from work to our town home with the tissue paper pom poms hanging in the corners, that we never took down after my roommates engagement party. Just two more weeks of groceries on my shelf of the cupboard. Of sitting in my corner of the couch eating candy corn and catching up on each other's days. 

We'll only share two more episodes of Walking Dead together, with my roommates and their guys. All of us squeezed onto the couch in our living room, with the lights off, feeling jumpy.  I'm really going miss that. I'm even gonna miss the part where we all snap at each other to stop talking! when the commercials are over.
I won't be a part of our homemade pizza nights anymore. And even though I really prefer to just order delivery, I'm gonna miss giving them a hard time about it. Plus pizza nights usually ended with my iPod speakers blaring all our favorite songs and all of us gathered around the kitchen table like a family...

I'm going to miss my roommate's boyfriend, and my other roommate's husband (so technically not my roommate anymore but they live literally across the street so that's what I call her). They've been like brothers.

Only two weeks, means only two weeks!

I really can't bear to think too hard about how short a time we have left.  After 8 years, from freshmen year of college to almost five years out, of having roommates, and dividing up fridge space, and taking turns emptying the dishwasher, and splitting rent, and sharing life with friends who are more like sisters... it feels like it's all wrapping up. ("It's the end of an era!" Friend's reference anyone??)

The next two weeks will involve boxes and bubble wrap. I'm taking stuff off my walls. Forwarding my mail. Shipping my car.  My next roommate will be my husband. And I am so excited and ready and I can't wait to be out there with T.J. What an adventure!

But I am really going to hold on so so very tightly to these next two weeks. And even still, when my mom comes to help me move out and then we finally have to drive away, I know two weeks won't have been enough.

4 comments :

  1. Happy sad happy times are the most poignant and make us fully aware of the special-ness of a moment and our people and the seasons that make a life. Wonderful days are ahead. Wonderful days are also now. You can love both xo

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  2. How lovely that you acknowledge your feelings and can express them so well here. Of course, your mom knows exactly what to say to you and she is so right.

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  3. It will be sad moving away, but just think about how much fun nights out with the girls will be after you have moved away!

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  4. I saw your Mum's picture of the moving truck on instagram yesterday. I hope the move goes okay...one step closer to being a Mrs!

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