So Much To Tell...

Well, I'm finally getting around to this post.  I think I subconsciously didn't want to write it, but it's time.  Can you tell I'm leading up to some type of change...do you hear my feet dragging on the pavement?  Do you see me wrapping my arms and legs around a fire hydrant and not budging?
Last week I accepted a formal offer from another hospital much closer to home.  It's an Ortho/Neuro position at a much larger hospital in a very beautiful place.  I start mid-July.  Which means I'm going to be leaving this place.  And for some reason or another I feel sad about it.  Never would have imagined I would feel this way.  I know this move is right and will provide me with some amazing job opportunities, not to mention more things to do in this area in general.  But I see this place in Montana as the place I became free.  I wanted to move here to prove I was a big girl and could do things on my own.  That I didn't  always play it safe and taking risks was no big deal.  Now, I did that.  I accomplished here what I set out to do, but to leave feels like I'm succumbing to the nature of my being.  And you know, after writing that, I realize that's okay.
So here I am...packing boxes, making calls on places to live, trying to smooth things over with my boss, who has four other people resigning this week.  Now she's a happy camper(insert sarcasm).  I can't tell you how awful it was giving notice yesterday.  I have a very strong sense of loyalty(I'd be great on Survivor) and I feel as though I'm letting down my hospital and co-workers.  They are going to have to compensate for my absence.  Those little kidlets that come in aren't going to have "Crazy Nurse Kelsy."  Maybe that's a good thing....
In other words, a lot of change coming my way, and as I've said before, I'm not good at change.  I get all melancholy and stay up late and drink tea.  It's my coping mechanism.
I'm feeling a little caddywumpus, so here's the gist if all that made no sense.


The gist:
Interviewed for new job closer to home.  Got the job.  Start mid-July.  Trying to find place to live.  Having bad luck.  Feeling sad for the end of this part of my life.  The part where I became a real adult.  A nurse.  I guess I'll have more adult becoming on the other side.  Yay for that(ugh, more sarcasm here).
I'll keep you posted.