eight years

when you think about it, eight years is a long time. but when i look back at these last eight years, they've flown. maybe it's because i got married and had two kiddos in the last eight years. or maybe it's just because these years have been really good to me.

either way, today marks my last day at my current ad agency. i'm off on a new adventure. i'm heading to a small publication company that is REALLY close to my home. it's also about two hours less car time. which in the end? equals more time with my family. and to me? that's all that matters.

but here's the deal: i'm not good at good-byes.

i can remember in third grade my best friend moving away. they stopped by our house for a last good-bye and i just stood in the door after they'd left, watching where their car had disappeared over the horizon.

during the summer of my freshman year in high school, i was the one to move away. i had the BEST surprise party ever thrown for me. and i can still remember the feelings i felt that day. i can also remember the dark cloud that settled over me as we drove away to our new home.

and now today? i have to say good-bye to some people who have really impacted me. and i don't want to. i kind of just want to slip out at some point and just know that i'll see them again. good-byes are too final, you know?

so, dear friends, if i don't walk around and hug you today, it's not because i don't want to. it's just that i really stink at handling these sort of emotions. i'll miss you. and i'll see you soon. promise.