Moving on

I am officially moving.

I mentioned more than a month ago, that I was up for a transfer with my job. It has been approved, and my current job has been posted. I am in the process of getting my thing together with work, hiring a person to replace me, training that person, and moving to another province.

I think that I have know for a while that I needed this move to happen. I needed to get away from here, this city, this province. The place that I have been for so long. I moved here for me, to go to university and when I finished university I decided to stay. But for the past four years, I have been here because of my ex. And because of the life that we were building together.

Now that that life doesn't exist any more, it is time to move on.

I am having mixed emotions about it. I have lived here for my entire adult life. I have grown up here. I have become a part of the city, and the city has become a part of me. I love the culture, I love the nature, I love the people. And I am truly going to miss it.

But I am also excited. Excited for a new start. Excited to be in a place where no one know that I was supposed to get married. Where no one knows my ex. Or that I used to be engaged to him. I am excited to live in a place where I am a car drive away from my parents. Where I can take off and see them after work on a Friday, and not have to find a flight. I am excited that I will be able to take road trips, and for the better weather. I am excited for the next chapter.

So for now I am going to be purging and packing. And for the next six weeks I am going to be saying good-bye to the place, and the people that have been my home for the past nine years.