yesterday, after nearly a year in the floral biz, i called it quits. i had to, because i’m going on a giant trip around the world (sort of). being a florist was sooo rad while it lasted (and i may yet return to it); super creative, worked in a relaxed atmosphere with a tonne of freedom, and had great coworkers. in the end, i needed to do my own thing so i parted ways from the enjoyable world of floral design.
it was bittersweet, as goodbyes always are, but i was so appreciative that my coworkers didn’t get all sappy and sentimental. i’ve gotten goodbye cards and the hugs and the we’ll miss yous and the little gifts and all that–don’t get me wrong, it’s nice!–but it’s just not me. i prefer something a little more casual. goodbyes can get so cheesy so quickly.
it felt really surreal. it hasn’t sunk in, that my last day has come and gone, that i’m unemployed, that i’m about to take a giant trip unlike anything i’ve ever done before in my life. god damn, i just dropped $900 on a eurail pass, and this shit is still not sinking in.
maybe when i pick up my house-sitter at the airport on may 4 it’ll feel real. maybe it won’t sink in until i’m on the plane, headed for reykjavik. maybe it won’t feel real until i wake up and i’m in a different country! this is so far out of the realm of my known experiences…
it’s not just that i’m headed into the unknown for a two-month trip. it’s also that i left a poorly-paying yet stable job to do something out of the blue. it’s that i won’t have a job waiting for me when i return. that’s mildly terrifying, especially since i’m not content to have another life-draining job. i want something completely different than anything i’ve done before and i don’t know what that means, or how i’ll make it happen. but damn, do i ever want it.
so, anyway–hooray for leaving behind a sure bet and charging out into the world. hooray for landing on my feet upon my return!