l'anxiété de séparation

Last week my boss stepped into my office to ask if I was planning on giving any sort of official notice of resignation. Although we had discussed a mutually acceptable date many times, I was not prepared for his question, nor was I prepared to put it into writing. I confirmed the date verbally with him, and assured him that he would have a letter before he left for "deer camp". Not 5 minutes later, he sent an email inviting everyone  in the office to my going away lunch two days before the date I had just forced myself to commit to. I'm assuming that his intent when he made me pick a date...

I'm having mixed feelings about being unemployed. I love my job, and have told Nick for years that I'm not leaving my job unless he gets transferred somewhere that's "cool enough". I'm assuming that Montreal fits into this category, although I have yet to set foot there. I just have to hope that I'm leaving my program in a better condition than when I started. I've learned a lot in my time there, and feel that I've found my niche. I keep telling myself (and Nick) that we can't grow if we stay in our comfort zones. This transfer may be taking that statement to the extreme.

We plan to officially "get outta dodge" at the end of December. Last week was a flurry of information from our relocation company and Nick's company. Some of it was actually helpful, but most of it only led us to more questions. We still haven't heard from realtors on our end or in Montreal, but the moving company has already called to set a date! So far this upheaval of our lives has been very surreal for me...maybe better in theory than actually doing it. But now the process has finally started, and reality is walking into my office asking for a resignation date.