Hard Saying Goodbye to Abilene

Last Thursday was the day I said goodbye to Abilene. Moving to Abilene from Houston was the most dreadest move as an 8th grader and as a 30 year old moving away fromAbilene was the hardest move to make. I hate saying goodbye to friends and only did with a few. My decision about moving was kept quiet and some are just now finding out. I just hate being apart of fanfare and goodbye parties, which I think would surprise people.

Over the last couple of weeks I cried so hard I could not even breathe. I drove all over Abilene remembering different moments in my life. My family moved to Abilene when I was in 8th grade. So for me, I am leaving home. Abilene is home for me. There is an old bridge off of Antilley Road: pass the high school and the road makes a big dip to the right. All through high school I would walk to this bridge, lie down, and I would think and pray. You know I started going to that bridge most mornings about a month back and would just sit there: reflect and pray. The hardest part of leaving, is leaving behind friends. Friendships change when people move away. I know this from moving most of my childhood.

My closest of friends know that losing a job for me is catastrophic on my emotions. Where I am today...I could care less about working. Mouth-dropping shocking news. All I want to do is play. This is not normal for me and I know this. I am working on getting my certification to teach, so come fall I will be able to teach somewhere in Region 18. As for a summertime job, just to keep me going...I am aiming high for a career: perfume girl at Dillard's or Pier One. When I went into Dillard's today, the manager of the store said what do you think about the Lingerie department. I thought you know, I could do bra fittings. LOL!