The Last Monday

Tomorrow is Monday and also the last Monday I will endure at my current job. It’s really the last dreaded Monday as I know it; I cannot see the next 9 to 5 in my near future due to my upcoming move to Austria (and for the record, I would really like it to not be the traditional 9 to 5. Who would?). Last Monday I told my boss I was making a big life change and moving to Austria. I told him that I was giving two weeks notice. I can’t believe that first week went by so quickly and here I am on the eve of my last Monday.

As I was hanging around today, doing the usual Sunday thing,  I realized while making my bed that I wasn’t stressed. My next thought was that tomorrow was Monday. I thought, hmmm, this is interesting. I only just realized this was a Sunday preceding a work Monday and that I wasn’t dreading it. I hadn’t even thought about work all weekend or had the idea that the weekend was finite and I didn’t want it to end. Then I remembered that this will be my very last week at this job. Aha!! I’ve never been in this position before. I don’t really know how to approach this week. It still hasn’t hit me that I will not be coming back to this office. I think the first reason is because I’ve taken plenty of vacations and have had plenty of time off so there’s a small part of my subconscious that thinks I’ll be returning in a couple weeks. In reality, the fact that I am leaving this job for good is fantastic. Don’t get me wrong, I like a lot of things about my current job; the location, my boss, my coworkers, the hours and flexibility. It’s just what I do that I can’t stand and am more than happy to be not having to do it anymore.

The second reason is that I’ve been at my current job for over 2 years and it’s just so familiar. It’s strange to think I won’t be preparing my lunch the night before work, or setting out my gym clothes for the next day. That I won’t be waking up in my bed to get ready and put on my business casual attire and  then drive to the office. That I won’t be seeing my coworkers or my work bestie and slogging away in my office all day, looking at my computer,  reviewing and signing documents. That I won’t be dealing with foreclosures [hopefully] ever again, handling the same annoying phone calls, the barrage of emails and stressful issues I have seen every day since I started. As I clear out my office this week, I wonder how I will feel and if it will really hit me.

Overall I’m thrilled. Not only am I over the moon to be moving so that my boyfriend and I can be together full time, I’m really looking forward to getting out of my comfort zone and embark on a  totally new adventure. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be living this life. Yes, there will be challenges and I still have many things to consider and take care of before I leave. And I am nervous about leaving my home, family and friends and my comfort zone to jump into a strange world. But the payoff is so great. I won’t be getting secure paychecks for a while, at least in the traditional sense, but I think it will be well worth it. IMG_6929





More cat you say?


So I think I should explain the title of my blog and why it changed. Slightly. You’ll notice that I added Cairo to the title. Well Cairo is a little kitty who is also my latest foster failure. He’s almost 7 months old. He’s cute. Really cute. So cute that the day after I dropped him off at the Cat Café (more on this later), I woke up sobbing about how I missed him. I spent that day on and off crying about how I made the wrong decision and abandoned him and couldn’t look anywhere in my house without seeing his cute face and remembering his cute self, etc., etc. That night I decided that I was going to go back to get him and formally adopt him. I texted Kate, the VP of the rescue I foster for and she was happy for me. I instantly had relief from that horrible feeling I had suffered through all day.

The next day, I left work at lunchtime and drove straight down to Wilton Manors where the Café is located. The volunteers knew I was coming to get him and when I walked in, he looked so sad sitting in the little box covered with a pillow case I had brought him in with. It killed me and I felt so bad that I had made us both go through this ordeal in the first place. He looked up at me and I instantly took him into my arms and held him again for a while. I eventually let him down before packing up his stuff and he went right into the carrier I brought to take him home in. I tried to pretend that I had just gone away on vacation for two days and that’s why I had to bring him to the café thinking I would convince him (but really it was for myself) that I wasn’t a horrible kitty mom and had at first abandoned my baby. He was a little shy in the car and tired. When I brought him back home he went back to finding his old spots and said hi to Marco and my other foster cat, Jellybean (No. Don’t even think it; It’s not happening. No offense to little Jellybean. Just no.)

It took him a short time to adjust but with a lot of love and smothering from me and getting back to his old routine, he was back quickly. It has now been a couple months since I’ve had him back. I hope he’s forgotten about the whole thing. I really regret the whole thing but that’s part of life. I thought I was doing what was best for him and Marco. I thought Marco would not be happy not having my full attention and being my one and only cat. I thought I was giving Cairo the chance to find a great family with the potential to make him a very happy kitty. In the end, I’m so glad I adopted him. He really is so sweet and such a good kitty. So, he will be coming to Austria too in May. My boyfriend is on board (we discussed previously) as he has fallen in love with him too. We are looking forward to Marco and Cairo meeting his cat Yoda (more on this later too!), being able to enjoy the fresh air of Austria, learning to adapt to a bigger home and the five (!) of us being a happy family.

Pictures to come soon 🙂

Preparation Procrastination

As I sit here starting this blog, I wonder what I am getting myself into. Not only am I embarrassingly slow when it comes to anything technology, (yes, blogging is technology to me) I’m struggling to decide what my blog should be about. You might want to buckle up, because I’m sure it’ll be a rough ride, at least in the beginning. But I promise to try to make my blog somewhat thought provoking and interesting, even if all I end up with is some rambling stories and pretty pictures.

I’m starting this blog because I want to write, but the main motivation is to share all the details about my upcoming uprooting from the good ‘ol USA to rooting in Austria and grafting with my Austrian boyfriend. Also, I’m bringing my cat Marco. Aside from that storyline, I think I’ll just let it fly. After all, that is what this move is. Moving to a different continent to live with my boyfriend wasn’t something that came up in my wildest dreams. Okay well  there was a part of me that thought it would be amazing, but I never thought it would be happening to me. That being said, I’ve always loved travelling, hold a special place in my heart for Europe, and I do have an adventurous side and like to think that I’m an “outside of the box” kind of girl. As I reveal the rest of the storyline through my blog, you’ll see how absurdly dreamy the whole thing is. Hint: pastries.

So, that brings us to some thoughts on planning. Today I  realized that while I am a more-than-normal micro planner, I’ve never been a macro planner. Let me explain…I love planning. It’s gotten more extreme as I have gotten older and have more responsibilities because it’s just so thrilling to be efficient and get the most out of your day and really, get the most out of your life. To enable me, I use calendars, whiteboards and have reminders everywhere. I like to plan my day to day, sometimes down to the minute. However, when it comes to planning the big things, like what I want to do when I grow up, what kind of person I want to marry, where I want to live, etc. I’m hopeless. Part of it is because I don’t want to limit myself. (The other part is TBD.) Although I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to or even wanted to, macro plan, such as what kind of job I wanted or plan out my dream wedding. I feel that by narrowing it down, I’m not letting myself think of other possibilities. Hence might miss out on seeing them and taking them because I have tunnel vision about my plan. If I have my mind set on something and certain parameters, it’s hard for me to break out of that box. It boils down to the fact that it just doesn’t fit in to the plan.

So here we come to the title of this, my first article.  There are many preparations that I need to undertake before my big move in May. What to do about my health insurance, my mail, my car, my Bar license (yes, I’m a Florida licensed attorney…more on that later…or not…). I’m taking it in stride. It will get done, as every great procrastinator has said.

“Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today.” – Benjamin Franklin.

Thanks, Ben.

*If you picked up on the horticulture references in this story, you get an A+