"Go West, Young People"

I'm leaving my job to move out West.

Today my MUN students got me on stage at assembly and said wonderful things about my time with them and presented me with an engraved gavel, and I could have cried. Instead it was big smiles with big hugs, and I basically ran off stage clutching this wonderful gift. I didn't want to ruin the moment with a blanket goodbye speech. Such goodbyes should be done in person and not over a microphone.

P and I are planning to move out West together, to the same city, to start a new adventure. I'm excited and nervous, but the sleepless nights have actually passed and I'm a lot more calm about my decision. I'll find a job. I'll find something. It may not be what I want at first, and it may be menial and hourly, but that's ok.

Everyone has been moving away, and P and I have gotten in line. T moved to Pittsburgh, A/G moved to Memphis, E/C got stationed in Italy and left in April, and S/ C are moving to Atlanta.

My final destination is still unknown, but the goal is Denver. It's become a mantra in my head these past few months, starting out as a whisper and growing louder as the days go by.

Go West, Young People.