Little signs..

My coworkers planned a farewell dinner for me tonight which I really didn't feel like going to, but I was pleasantly surprised. They had a couple gifts waiting for me and they bought my dinner and margarita.. it was touching. It's the little things that mean the most... besides them and my family, I don't have "friends" where I live that are truly sad to see me go. Everyone looks for an excuse to booze it up and see you in the process; kill 2 birds with 1 stone. That's all it will be this weekend...and that's all it has been since everyone found out I was moving. Which is fine...because I feel carefree when I'm drunk, and I love everyone just as much as they love me for a couple hours :)

I came home tonight feeling overwhelmed as it is my last day of work tomorrow, and I found out we may have someone who may be interested in renting our house for 6 months...I have to make this house look presentable for him to come and see, and I have to cram that in with everything else. It looks like a bomb went off in here...even though a lot of things are packed, theres still a lot of things that aren't packed and scattered about until I decide where to put them. I took a deep breath and put on the Dane Cook comedy channel and started dusting (which was on my long list of things to get done). When I finished about 15 minutes later, a storm came in.. and a little voice reminded me of something.  I wished awhile ago that I would see a cool storm before I left town. It was then that I turned everything off, sat down on my floor, opened the window and watched the storm with my dog who was happy to join me. It was the most peaceful 10-15 minutes I've had in a long time. It felt like a little sign from God... telling me he's watching over me, and whatever comes my way, he will help me with it.  I said my "thank yous" and then moved on. That was the first time in a long time that I practiced being in the moment, enjoying it, then moving on. Why cant I do that more often??