Good morning! I’m pleased to report that my packing… still needs work.
…it’s going to be a long day…
I got the ‘official text’ just a few hours ago:
“Your last day at the store will be Thursday night”
Freedom come to me!
While anyone would be excited to walk away from a job that has been with them for seven years, this specific moment in my life, this upcoming Thursday, will be a monumental one. When Thursday ends I will no longer be a citizen of the ‘Ozarks’ of Missouri. When Thursday ends I will be back as a member of northwest Missouri.
My six years of exile has ended.
In the fall of 2005 I began my journey in the ‘Ozarks’, as a student at a small, religious college. I was anxious, excited, and ready to start a new life, start my life. However, as soon as things started, frustration began to rush in. I had a falling out with the program at the university that brought me in under scholarship, I was dumped for the first time ever, I was ‘let go’ from the job I held at the university. I would go on with the lists of events of the past six years, but the fact is this…
…I got exiled to the ‘Ozarks’, a place nearly completely opposite of where I grew up. It was uncomfortable, and I tried to make it work, but after this many years, my white flag goes up, my bags are packed, and I’m heading home with my tail in-between my legs.
Praising God the entire way down the road.
No more MO 13.
No more Springfield traffic jams.
No more Bass Pro Shop [you have no idea].
No more churches threatening to have my vehicle towed [long story].
I’m free. Granted, I will still be working for Subway, and in the end the headquarters for this branch is located in Springfield, Missouri, but I believe my trips there will be far and few. Truthfully, as my birthday passes through, this is the best gift I could have asked for.
P.S: The out pour of hits on this site is truly blowing me away! Every single one of you, no matter your thoughts, are absolutely incredible! You keep me motivated, writing, and pressing on!
Understand that my writing at this time in the morning is not due to depression, hatred, bitterness, or strong drink…
I slept 12 hours yesterday, hence the haunting of staying awake.
Thankfully, in between thoughts I am starting to yawn, so that is a plus towards movement in the direction of rest.
I have a strange weekend awaiting me, plenty of thoughts to process, but at the same time it’s steps closer to starting a new chapter of my life:
Naturally I expect this weekend to be enjoyable, filled with friends and family, a nice change from the past week of rather isolated darkness that is this place.
*pulls out map
“…I’m ready to come home…”