The end of an era.

Tuesday was it – the end of my first job out of college, the very start of my career. The goodbye to four years of hard work, frustrations, great feats and even better comrades. I’ve written and re-written this post trying to honor all the thoughts, feelings and memories I want to include, but there just isn’t a way to do it without sounding like a bi-polar lunatic on the verge. I could tell you about conversations that literally had me laughing so hard that no noise came out and it’s a miracle that I didn’t wet my pants on the spot, strings of emails that caused an inappropriate amount of swearing and random office jokes including a cinnamon bear gummy hand and a creepy clawed potty pass…

An age of change.

The hard part is accepting the change, knowing that things can’t go back to how they were. All of my friends, the ones I’ve had, the ones I have and the ones I will have are going to change and move forward. I’m going to morph, mold and move with the way life flows. Maybe we’ll still be intertwined at the end of it all, maybe we won’t. It’s the won’t possibility that makes me sad and scared all at the same time.