Newsflash: It’s March 19th. That means that in approximately 3 months (official departure date is pending) I will be leaving the country for 11 months. I realize that none of this is new. I’ve been hearing and telling people this since December. Yet somehow the current of denial has still been strong enough to keep me in it. Maybe it’s not entirely denial. Maybe some of it is the fact that I really won’t be able to fully realize that life is going to change drastically until I get to the airport. Or the first country. Or maybe I won’t realize it until it’s already changed. Anyway, my mind is still trying to grasp the reality of what’s next.
I have officially turned in my notice at work. That was a wake-up call that I really needed to start preparing for a year away. My last day in the ER should be April 27th. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve realized that I’m really going to miss it! Considering how crazy things have been at work lately that’s a bit of a surprise. But I’ve been blessed with a job that allows me to work hands-on with people, and occasionally, I hope, actually make a difference. There are a lot of patients that won’t even have a clue who I was or what my name was. However, there’s a lot of fulfillment in what I do. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of chaos and badness to deal with. But with the prospect of no longer having it, I’ve been able to better appreciate the job I’ve been blessed with for the last year and a half.
