It's for real

So now it has hit me, now that I’ve incredibly been called about a job, interviewed over the phone, and been offered a job all in the last 24 hours, one which I need to be in Arizona for in less than a week. Now that Jeremiah is flying out on Sunday for a final interview on Monday. Now that I’ve told my dad and hung up the phone with big crocodile tears in my eyes because of the way he nobly said “you are?” and “mmmm.” Now that I really won’t see my hibiscus bloom this year, or Emma turn 3. Now that this is my last weekend in the house I love and I’ll be leaving first before the 3 boys I love. Now that there’s not enough time for going away parties and one more trip to… (insert name of place I should go to all the time, but don’t cause it’s always just there). I knew it would come fast like this, and I hoped that it would. I knew I would feel like this but secretly hoped that I wouldn’t. I was hoping not to go into the ugly cry, but I did last night. I was hoping that my excitement for the whole experience would overshadow the sadness. But, it doesn’t, and that’s ok. For the first time I am really experiencing the word bittersweet. I truly feel all of both at the same time, all of the bitter and all of the sweet. So grateful to have so much in the first place to be sad about leaving, and so much to be looking forward to.