I've come down with a cold - and I have a sneaking suspicion that it came from Chris.
Last night I went to bed at seven. When my alarm rang at 6:15 I felt terrible. I messaged James and told him that I wouldn't be able to come in because I was dying. He suggested that I start at ten, and so I did. I re-set my alarm and went back to bed.
My alarm didn't go off. I woke up at nine thirty and ended up getting to work fourty minutes late. I didn't get in trouble, though - James is far too nice for that. In the end we still finished all the work and handled Monday more or less effectively.
Sunday was hard. It was my last day at church for seven weeks. Saturday was difficult as well because I had to say goodbye to Chris for two months. He did offer to hop on a plane and find me if I (really) need him - and it's comments like that that make it harder to say goodbye.
I hate being emotional. See, this is why I was happy not having close friends in Vancouver - it saves you a bunch of heartache in the end.
So, much of Sunday was spent tearing up at random moments of the day and sobbing onto various shoulders. It's just so hard to say goodbye to a place that I have become so comfortable in. Not just comfortable, but happy.
And as a little aside, it is terribly inconvinient not having a credit card. I can't book hostels, I can't book plane flights, I can't do anything. I still haven't heard anything from the bank as to whether or not I've been approved for a debit card.
Tomorrow I start my packing. No, I'm not just being organized - I'm busy for most of the week in the evenings, and I'll have to pack when I can.
It's interesting that we can dread so much something that, in itself, isn't that big of a deal. It's the same reason I cried when washing out the last jar of jelly from my grandma - it's what it means. Yes, she really is gone. Yes, I really am leaving.
posted by Lisa @ 7:10 AM
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