Eek!

We've decided that May 21 is our last day at the office. That means 9 weeks left. Eek!

It's scary. It really is a mix of terror and relief knowing that in two months I am free of my day job. My stomach drops randomly when I think about it, I blush when someone at the office talks about "next year" or "over the summer", I find myself counting the days to figure out when I can tell them that I'm leaving.

I find myself fretting because I like a plan. I like knowing all potential outcomes of a decision. And I am completely blind with this. I don't know what is on the other end. I don't know where we will be in August. I am terrified and exhilarated.

Now to talk to our staff manager and figure out when I let these people know of my imminent resignation...