I cried for a solid hour there, as well as an hour before and an hour after. On Saturday, we went to Brendan’s “office” one more time and his poor boss was there and got stuck taking photos of us in the Jets locker room. (Sorry Gus!) I’m getting very sentimental now (CAN YOU TELL?) and it was important to me to have photographic evidence of us in the very spot we met almost 6 years ago.
Let’s just consider this our engagement photo and be done with it.
We then headed to New York to visit Brendan’s family. His parents had a party at their house and all his friends from home came to hang out until the wee hours of the morning. It was SUCH a fun time, but of course I cried saying bye to everyone. And then I cried even more when we had to say goodbye to his family and more close friends on Sunday. I know we’ll be back often, but still super sad.
In between the crying I ate a lot of cake.
All week people have hilariously been accidentally talking about us in the past tense and I constantly keep reminding them that we’re not in fact dying (KNOCK ON WOOD x10000). My friend Sam, her sister Jackie and I couldn’t stop laughing when Jackie’s husband Steve told me “you were a real nice girl.” HAHAHA. Don’t worry guys, they have the internet in LA (at least I think. I’ve never been. Oh god. I should check on that.) so I’ll still be around.
Now it’s Monday and to start off my day, I quit my job. Scary. SO SCARY. And sad because I work for a great place with a great mission and fabulous, passionate people. I have nothing on the docket sooo…if you know people in LA, hook a sister up. I will thank you by baking you cookies.
To continue on my tangent (I swear, this is the most poorly written blog post ever) it’s funny how much better everything seems when you’re leaving. I used to constantly complain about my commute, how loud New York City seems on a Monday morning, how much I miss fresh air. But now that I know I’m leaving, I’ve felt a major mental shift. “My commute isn’t that bad!” “New York City is the best city in the world!” (Well, I’ve always thought that. But NYC and I do have a love-hate relationship.) A pair of rose-colored glasses always seem to slide over my eyes when I realize I’m about to lose something, and I stop seeing the negatives I used to complain about constantly. Now that we’re leaving, New Jersey feels like my favorite place in the whole world. That stupid saying “You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone” (that song about the parking lot is now stuck in my head, dang it) is so freakin’ true. I mean, I’ve loved it for years, but why didn’t I feel this passionate about NJ in my day-to-day? When the threat of leaving wasn’t at my back?
NJ also has Jennie. +1000 for NJ.
Regardless, off we go on a new adventure. I’m excited to bring you all along!
Have you ever moved across the country? Do you live in LA and want to be my friend? Do you get the Reg. Bev. Wil. movie reference?
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