Only 24 days of work left. Hard to believe.
I've been thinking about the eight years I have spent in this town and I feel a little depressed when I think about how little I have to show for it. If things went bad with me and Gary, I would not come back to Denver. I would go home to Texas. Because there really isn't much left here for me. I have a handful of friends, a job I hate and a lovely home. I was just thinking about what it will be like to come back here for my bridal shower and I thought, "Who will even come?" I only have about five friends. And that is after working really hard on joining groups and organizations and making a real effort. Unless you are married or a mom or both, it is hard to make friends as an adult. So, part of me is really looking forward to starting over in a new city with the things I have learned here. I really want to hit the ground running. I've already joined several young professionals groups supporting the art museum, ballet and opera. And I plan on transferring to the League out there which might help. And joining a church. But I don't want to be as isolated there as I have felt here. I hope this will be the start of a new era for me as well as a new decade.