It's out in the open now - I've come out of the 'I'm quitting my job' closet. My boss announced it at a staff meeting today. I was expecting negativity from my coworkers about my decision. I was expecting them to scoff at my lack of plans. But they were all genuinely excited for me and very congratulatory. So that, in turn, revved up my own excitement... and I have not done much of anything today. It's just so hard to keep my feet on the ground and my head in the office right now.
In other news, I have the grossest spider bite on my leg. It is incredibly painful, and red, and swollen, and starting to resemble a freaky third nipple. I'm hoping that it's just a spider bite and not bite from some disgusting mutated creature that lives in the filthy pool I jumped in to when I was about 32 sheets to the wind on Saturday. The only reason I know that said pool is disgusting is because I went back the next morning to see if I had left my sweater poolside. The image of that murky water in the daylight has continued to give me the heebie-jeebies all week.

I started applying for jobs this week. I don't know if anything will come of it... but it feels good to at least have my stuff out there somewhere (even if it is just on the web).

The anxiety has kicked in, though. I can't sleep at night. All I can think about is all the things I have to wrap up here before I leave, all of the potential outcomes for my life in Portland, all of the minor details that I need to take care of. Why is it that the little things, like closing my bank account here or scheduling a dentist appointment, seem to stress me out the most?

This time last year I was interviewing for this job. And here I am, gettin' outta Dodge.