1. There are some really, really nice pet owners out there. I am like putty in their hands.
2. There are also some really, really neurotic pet owners out there. It drives me crazy.
3. The candy basket on the front desk counter is not my friend.
4. Capturing and scruffing mean, grouchy cats to put them in a carrier is not a pretty sight. I am also a pansy at it.
5. I have already become aware of several euthanasia appointments that have occurred - cats, dogs, even a puppy - and I have teared up a little thinking about it. More than once.
6. Vet clinics like to be clean - VERY clean.
7. The software used to book appointments and check clients in/out is so NOT user-friendly.
8. Puppies will always be my favorite thing.
9. It's all more enjoyable than Starbucks.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Changeling
Sunday: 75 degrees. Wore a v-neck t-shirt with shorts. Walked Gabe in the park wearing Teva flip flops.
Thursday: 15-21 degrees with 6-12 inches of snow accumulation. Had to scrape my car three times in the span of about four hours. Wore my scrubs, with a North Face over the top. Moon boots were dug out of my chaotic clothes packing job. Sent home from work at 10 am.
I am back in Colorado.
It was hard to say goodbye to friends. It was hard to hug each of my siblings one last time. It was hard to pull away from my house that I will never live in again, and to leave my parents standing outside, waving to me. It was hard to kiss each of the dogs goodbye, minus Gabe, and not know when I will see them again. It was hard to desert my little corner bedroom and know that soon, it would be painted over and cleaned out. It was hard to think of church going on on Sunday night, and knowing I was not a part of it. It was hard to uproot again.
But it was so wonderful to crawl out of the box I had made for myself. It was so wonderful to cross the Colorado boundary line. It was so wonderful to have Gabe in the passenger seat for the entire journey. It was so wonderful to receive text messages and phone calls throughout the day from well-wishers and dear friends who wanted to check in on my progress. It was so wonderful to climb out of my car in Fort Collins and give my best friend a hug. It was so wonderful to spend a day with her and her roommates before starting work on Monday.
My third Colorado driver's license is in the mail, making a grand total of five that I have had since turning 16. My new bank account is up and running, with a debit card and checks on the way. My scrubs collection is thriving and colorful. I am going to figure out where I need to go to register my car, and how much it will cost. I am going to switch my phone number (again) to match the state I live in. I am going to learn my way around this little city and fall in love with each and every little coffee shop I walk into. I am going to muck a lot of kennels and shove pills down the throats of some of the meanest cats you have ever met, all with my UNC education. But I am going to be thankful that I have a job and that I live in the place I live in.
There are still a multitude of unknowns. But I am already in love with Fort Collins. I'm in love with this state. I am in love with a new beginning, and to be reunited with such dear friends. I am immensely blessed, and God is so good.
Thursday: 15-21 degrees with 6-12 inches of snow accumulation. Had to scrape my car three times in the span of about four hours. Wore my scrubs, with a North Face over the top. Moon boots were dug out of my chaotic clothes packing job. Sent home from work at 10 am.
I am back in Colorado.
It was hard to say goodbye to friends. It was hard to hug each of my siblings one last time. It was hard to pull away from my house that I will never live in again, and to leave my parents standing outside, waving to me. It was hard to kiss each of the dogs goodbye, minus Gabe, and not know when I will see them again. It was hard to desert my little corner bedroom and know that soon, it would be painted over and cleaned out. It was hard to think of church going on on Sunday night, and knowing I was not a part of it. It was hard to uproot again.
But it was so wonderful to crawl out of the box I had made for myself. It was so wonderful to cross the Colorado boundary line. It was so wonderful to have Gabe in the passenger seat for the entire journey. It was so wonderful to receive text messages and phone calls throughout the day from well-wishers and dear friends who wanted to check in on my progress. It was so wonderful to climb out of my car in Fort Collins and give my best friend a hug. It was so wonderful to spend a day with her and her roommates before starting work on Monday.
My third Colorado driver's license is in the mail, making a grand total of five that I have had since turning 16. My new bank account is up and running, with a debit card and checks on the way. My scrubs collection is thriving and colorful. I am going to figure out where I need to go to register my car, and how much it will cost. I am going to switch my phone number (again) to match the state I live in. I am going to learn my way around this little city and fall in love with each and every little coffee shop I walk into. I am going to muck a lot of kennels and shove pills down the throats of some of the meanest cats you have ever met, all with my UNC education. But I am going to be thankful that I have a job and that I live in the place I live in.
There are still a multitude of unknowns. But I am already in love with Fort Collins. I'm in love with this state. I am in love with a new beginning, and to be reunited with such dear friends. I am immensely blessed, and God is so good.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Awake My Soul And Sing
Blog neglect? I think so.
Between packing, last-minute socializing, and being sick, I have not been present enough to post much. I think by now, all of you know that I am moving. To Colorado. In about four more days.
What the heck, you might ask? I think I am asking myself the same question. Along with:
-How did I get this job?
-Is this the right thing to be doing?
-Will my Kansas friends forget all about me?
-Will I make enough money to survive?
-Do I have what it takes to start over again???
etc. etc.
My soul is in a battle of conflicted emotions. Happy I will be back in my favorite state. Excited to live near my best friend for the first time in 6 years. Scared to live on my own. Nervous to start a new job, a real job. Sad to leave what has become a home over the last several years. Nostalgic when taking pictures down off of my walls and packing them up for what feels like the thousandth time. Thankful that Gabe is around to be my co-pilot. Heartbroken to leave my church...and also to watch my family be scattered across the miles. Hopeful for the new adventure. Sick to my stomach to say goodbye to friends once again. Holding my breath and hoping that my faith will be the thing to carry me through another big transition time.
As the day approaches, I get a little more fearful. I realize that not only am I moving out on my own again, but that I will not return home to my current house ever again. I've gotten spoiled being able to attend every family dinner and babysit my nephews on the weekend.
But I'm going anyway. I'm going to go. Grow. Learn. Maybe cry a little. But also experience the blessings of God no matter where I end up. And my gosh, I get to do it while breathing in that crisp Colorado air. I have no complaints about that.
Between packing, last-minute socializing, and being sick, I have not been present enough to post much. I think by now, all of you know that I am moving. To Colorado. In about four more days.
What the heck, you might ask? I think I am asking myself the same question. Along with:
-How did I get this job?
-Is this the right thing to be doing?
-Will my Kansas friends forget all about me?
-Will I make enough money to survive?
-Do I have what it takes to start over again???
etc. etc.
My soul is in a battle of conflicted emotions. Happy I will be back in my favorite state. Excited to live near my best friend for the first time in 6 years. Scared to live on my own. Nervous to start a new job, a real job. Sad to leave what has become a home over the last several years. Nostalgic when taking pictures down off of my walls and packing them up for what feels like the thousandth time. Thankful that Gabe is around to be my co-pilot. Heartbroken to leave my church...and also to watch my family be scattered across the miles. Hopeful for the new adventure. Sick to my stomach to say goodbye to friends once again. Holding my breath and hoping that my faith will be the thing to carry me through another big transition time.
As the day approaches, I get a little more fearful. I realize that not only am I moving out on my own again, but that I will not return home to my current house ever again. I've gotten spoiled being able to attend every family dinner and babysit my nephews on the weekend.
But I'm going anyway. I'm going to go. Grow. Learn. Maybe cry a little. But also experience the blessings of God no matter where I end up. And my gosh, I get to do it while breathing in that crisp Colorado air. I have no complaints about that.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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