Surreal

Today is my last day working for “the man”, and April 11th I start working for “my old man”. Feels weird, hasn’t really hit me yet. I’ve never quit a job before. That’s not to say I’ve been fired or laid off from previous jobs; I’ve never had that happen either. Every job I’ve had before was a summer gig/internship that had a predetermined start & end date based on my school schedule. I’ve worked for the same company (Capital One) since I graduated from WSU. It was my first real-grown-up-I’m-an-adult-now job. I have very mixed emotions about my last day. There are times when I have loved working for CapOne, and there have been mornings when I have stayed in bed longer than I should, wishing I worked somewhere (anywhere) else (or that I was independently wealthy and on my way to St Tropez). I think everyone goes through that with a job. It’s called “work” for a reason, and they pay you for a reason. Very few people are fortunate enough to have true passion for their jobs. The rest of us just have to try our best to find something we like enough (and that pays enough) to spend the majority of our time doing, and when our energy and drive for it starts to falter, we seek change. That’s why I took a transfer from Virginia to San Diego, and that’s why I’m going to business school this fall.

However, major life changes in general are bittersweet. Whether it’s moving, starting a new job, going back to school, getting married, having a baby…there’s excitement about the new adventure, the next chapter, but there’s also a sense of loss for the lifestyle, people, or place you are leaving behind. I’m excited to have the chance to spend some time at home and help my folks out, but I’m sad to leave San Diego and say goodbye to some great friends.

What I’ll miss about San Diego

• My friends, of course
• Palm trees
• Sunset over the Pacific
• Year round average temps near 70
• Wakeboarding year round
• Fish tacos from South Beach
• Fresh tortillas and awesome margaritas from Old Town Mexican Café
• The lunch specials at Rocky’s and Bronx Pizza
• Cheap baja lobster down in Rosarito, Mexico (can you tell I’m a foodie?)
• Living within walking distance of Mission Bay
• Having my own personal fireworks show every night of the summer, courtesy of Sea World (a great way to end a date)
• Street Scene
• 4th of July on the beach with a half million of my closest friends
• Playing in the waves, drinking beer on the beach
• That it’s socially acceptable to ride a granny bike (AKA beach cruiser)

The movers come tomorrow to pack up my stuff and send it on to Chicago. Thursday morning I start my 1300 mile journey home. I will probably post one more time before I leave, then I’ll be MIA for a few days until I get home and get settled in. I’m definitely going to keep blogging during summer and throughout my 2 year adventure at Chicago GSB. Stay tuned, y’all.