Today was my last work day in Peoria, and Tasha’s last day on her job. The day at the office flew by, as I was visited by everyone on my work team (several times by many) to wish me good luck and a safe trip. Scarab and I repeated our oft-favored Arby’s in East Peoria, and before I knew it the time had come to bid my good buddy Dave goodbye. He surprised me with The Beatles’ White Album, a noteable omission from my Beatles collection. That was really cool, and now I get to think of him while I listen to Everyone Has Something To Hide Except for me and my Monkey, which is somehow appropriate for us.
We had our last chiropractic visit, which was much needed and after an hour and a half of Trick or Treaters it was time to meet Beth, Ryan, Scarab, and Mr. B for dinner and a movie. All too soon it was time to say goodbye to that crew, it is always hard when you have to leave a solid group of people like they are.
All of this comes atop last night’s post workout bash with my karate dojo, which took place at Goodfella’s in Pekin. I succeeded in taking out a truckload of Blue Moon’s myself, which helped to ease the goodbyes for a group that is so far entrenched into my inner circle that they are like family. I’m going to miss everyone in that group for too many reasons to list in this confined space.
I think I was talking to Dave a few days ago when I said that this whole process feels a little like planning our wedding… you’ve planned for it so long, covered it in your head so many times, and when the time comes to actually execute the plan it feels so surreal that it seems not to be happening at all.
This amount of change is difficult. Changing the dynamics of how your friendships will operate for a fixed period of time is hard, but it is attainable at the same time. Moving so far away is scary, any way you shake it. None of those stressors begin to touch the amount of actual work I will be expected to do while out in Colorado. It’s going to be a big adjustment but I’ve got Tasha there to depend on, and the Internet has made the world a lot smaller of a place.
At least, that’s what I’m telling myself to get through the next few days and weeks!
Tomorrow: the Saturday morning crew attempts to kill me, my last Steak and Shake and family dinner awaits me if I survive!!
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