Leaving Sacramento

Today I leave my job. It's not easy to say goodbye, but I know that I have to. These people have become so much apart of my daily life, that it will be hard not seeing them every day. I know about their lives, their kids, their spouses. They confide in me and tell me their problems, ask me for advice. They're apart of me. I didn't think it would be so difficult to leave, but it is.

I've always been known as the person who likes to do what is comfortable, and this is nothing like that person. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm thinking. I can already feel myself making the transition into the adventurer I know I will be forced to become. I feel like I'm standing at the precipice of my comfort zone, and preparing to blindly leap into the unknown. It's the only way to describe something like this, but I know we can all relate to it on some level. When (or do I dare say 'if') I come back in one piece, I will have been successful. I've read that you have to just keep going, and eventually you'll make it back. Or, as my stepdad says to my mom when she's afraid to fly, "Just bloody well know you'll come out on the other side."