When it’s time to go, you should go. I’ve spent the last few weeks packing my possessions up into boxes and bags, and on Monday I left my home in Missouri for the last time. I’m spending time with my family for the next two weeks before leaving for my next adventure. I expected to feel devastated at smashing my routine like this, but instead I feel calm.
The last two weeks that I spent at my old job were….not great. I flipped between having absolutely nothing to do and working with people who were a bit high-strung and needed everything done now. By the last day, I was ready to go. Cleaning out my desk and deleting my documents was really cathartic, although nothing was better than setting my out-of-office for good message.
My last Sunday at church was a bit sad since I really love the people there. As an usher, my good-byes were quite efficient because I had to stand at the door as everyone went in and out. However, everyone perked up once I revealed that I had a storage unit in the area, so I have to come back eventually. I was surprised by how much I meant to these people. I’m pretty quiet, and I always feel like I’m not doing enough at church. I’m going to miss this group of people as I search for a new congregation in Germany!
The moving process went quite smoothly because I knew I was leaving for ages, so I’d been getting rid of stuff and putting it in boxes for almost a full month. I was also lucky to have a friend with a van (and an adorable toddler who, it must be said, was not much help) who assisted me in hauling all my things to a storage unit over the weekend. I did have to abandon three of my plants at the last minute because they wouldn’t fit in my car, but all in all it was a good time!
Upon returning to my parents’ house, it appears there may have been a mild gas leak in my apartment even though I never smelled it while living there. All my stuff smelled so strongly of natural gas that didn’t even go away when I washed it. On the upside, my headache has gone away!
The difference between this move and every other one that I’ve ever made is that I can always go back and things will pretty much be the same. My last job was on a campaign, so I couldn’t go back to that. Before that I was in school in a city where practically none of my friends live anymore. I tend to only leave places when everything I love about them is over, but my Missouri home will always be there. And if everything will still be there, what’s the risk in leaving?
You should leave when you’re ready to go.