So here I am. Last day of work. I am going to miss everyone I work with. I was really excited for this day to come but now it just feels weird. Slowly but surely everything is setting in. For one, a bought my plane ticket. July 12. I will start my new life in my new home on July 13. Thats 47 days until my butt is on that long flight.
I cannot believe I am doing this. There are days I am so sad and scared that I don’t think I am going to be able to do it. But then there are days like this. Days that I am so excited that I could burst. I am going to be living in France… in FRANCE!
So for now I am just living it up. Being homeless to be correct. I wanted to spend as much time before I left in San Diego and for the most part it is working out. Still kinda weird to live out of my car. San Diego has finally decided to be sunny for the last couple of days though so my beach bum routine is going well. Just cant wait to get out of this cubicle and on to the sand. I am trying to spend as much time with my friends as I can. I don’t know what I am going to do without them. That is by far the hardest thing I am going to have to overcome. My best friends are my family and not seeing or talking to them everyday is going to kill me. I know I can do it but its going to be weird. Luckily when I arrive in Paris, Callie will be by my side for the next few months. I think it will make the transition a lot easier for me.
Right now, Callie and I are in the process of planning out summer adventures. Looks like its gonna be Paris for a few days to get over my jet lag and have Callie show me the ropes; then off to Biarritz to spend some time with my new family; then in to Spain for a few days. I think I am going to leave the big cities in Spain for another adventure. Callie and I will probably just hit up San Sebastián and Bilbao. I cannot wait to see Spain!!!
All in all, I would say being an unemployed graduate with an incredible experience in front of me is pretty awesome. Bring it on, world.
15 more minutes of my last day at work. 47 more days till I move.
The Complete Disaster aka my room while I was trying to move out
It has been a while since I have posted but it may be because my life has been thrown into a complete whirlwind. For one… I have made my decision. I am moving to France. In July, I will start my year long journey abroad. I am still kind of in shock. I absolutely love my life in San Diego. I have the most amazing friends I can ask for and to be honest, this last semester has been the greatest memories in my life. A perfect end to college. But also something that is making it so hard to leave.
I have always loved school. I love learning. I love the schedule. I love everything. But now its done. My mom thinks it weird that the thought of graduation makes me burst into tears rather than jump for joy. But really? Who wouldn’t cry about leaving the last four incredible years behind them? Looking back on everything, there is really little to nothing I would change. I mean, yes, I did have some hard times but I realize without those I wouldn’t be who I am today.
I quit my job. Probably one of the hardest things I have had to do. I was freaking out. But I am happy now and excited for what is to come. I hope I have the courage to experience everything I should. Closing out a chapter in my life is so terrifying.
4 days till graduation. 54 days till I move to France.
So I still haven’t completely made my decision. But of course, I am still leaning towards France. I just got pulled into my boss’s office and found more details about the job I would have if I stayed. Administrative Assistant. I can’t get over that. I mean I may be overzealous but I am graduating with a management degree. Meaning in essence, I should be able to graduate and go into entry-level management.
I have always wanted to be an event planner. But I also have always known I want to be a wife and mother. Those two things, as I have seen in my experience, do not go very well together. So while I am young and single I want the opportunity to travel, have a hectic schedule, be stressed, etc. Not sit at a desk 8 to 5 hoping for a promotion in a couple years.
This isn’t the only reason France is calling me though. It is truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean when can you just move abroad for a year. I want to grow, I want to experience, I want to learn. I feel like if I chose to move abroad it will be the biggest learning and growing experience I could ask for. Staying here is the safe thing to do and I am ready to take risks. I am ready to try my wits taking care of two little boys and living on my own. I am ready to immerse myself in a new culture. I am ready to travel the world.
My mom keeps telling me to talk to people and I can honestly say next to no one says to stay here. Everyone says to just go. When am I ever going to have that opportunity??