Wrapping up
I still remember when I moved into this tiny Gallipolis apartment. Now, a week from tomorrow, I'll be departing from it. The walls are empty, the tables are growing bare, the dryer is running due to the massive loads of laundry I still have to conquer and the dresser is cluttered with the beginnings of stuff I have to pack up. I'm deliberating sorting my stuff into piles to keep in KY and stuff to take with me in VA, so stay tuned for that and we'll see whatever I decide. Tomorrow, Monday night and Tuesday night, I will finish my three remaining shifts. After that, I have cable to cut, a walk through with my landlady to complete, copious amounts of stuff to pack up and haul into my car, then the three hour drive back to Kentucky. Two weeks from tomorrow, I'm off to Virginia.
I will neither confirm nor deny that I may be getting a tiny bit nostalgic.
When I went into travel nursing, 13 weeks at the beginning sounds like a long time. But nobody ever told me how fast 13 weeks really does go by! And as I sit here and try to think of more to write, my mind is drawing up blanks. I do not have any words. But maybe that's the beauty of it. When I first started here, admittedly I did not really care for it. It wasn't so much as the people as it was the working nights and the patient population. I was counting the days when I would be finished. But then I made some new co-worker friends, and the patient population got easier to deal with, though without a doubt there were (and I'm sure there will be) its fair share of tough days. When I left work this past Tuesday night, I had a co-worker say on the way out "I wish you weren't leaving. I really wanted you to stay." It just goes to show you that even in the midst of seemingly not the greatest or most ideal circumstances that God gives us some rainbows tucked away in those dark clouds.
For fear of getting more nostalgic and perhaps a bit more philosophical, I suppose I should wrap up and find something else to get into. In lieu of recent events, I'm all the more embracing my independence and am looking forward to what the future holds for me. So far, it seems like it's pretty darn bright!
I will neither confirm nor deny that I may be getting a tiny bit nostalgic.
When I went into travel nursing, 13 weeks at the beginning sounds like a long time. But nobody ever told me how fast 13 weeks really does go by! And as I sit here and try to think of more to write, my mind is drawing up blanks. I do not have any words. But maybe that's the beauty of it. When I first started here, admittedly I did not really care for it. It wasn't so much as the people as it was the working nights and the patient population. I was counting the days when I would be finished. But then I made some new co-worker friends, and the patient population got easier to deal with, though without a doubt there were (and I'm sure there will be) its fair share of tough days. When I left work this past Tuesday night, I had a co-worker say on the way out "I wish you weren't leaving. I really wanted you to stay." It just goes to show you that even in the midst of seemingly not the greatest or most ideal circumstances that God gives us some rainbows tucked away in those dark clouds.
For fear of getting more nostalgic and perhaps a bit more philosophical, I suppose I should wrap up and find something else to get into. In lieu of recent events, I'm all the more embracing my independence and am looking forward to what the future holds for me. So far, it seems like it's pretty darn bright!
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