Unglued.
During very sad times like these, I have to try hard to keep myself together. As May 15th (also known as Pink Slip Day) draws near, I'm starting to pack up my belongings getting ready to move back to San Diego. Yesterday I cleaned out my closet and sorted out my clothes. It's starting to hit me. This realization that things are really going to happen. I don't know if I should be rejoicing for the opportunity to finally make that change that I was always wanting or if I should be feeling sorrow for leaving my house and my life that I grew so comfortable in. I literally feel torn in two. How do you deal with such a mixture of opposing emotions? It feels bizarre really.