Transition....the short, events-only version
Saying goodbye was tough. My dad got some awkwardly wonderful pictures of tears running down my face as I said goodbye to my parents in the Houston airport on Tuesday. If he sends them to me, I'll post them, cause I bet they'll make you smile. As I hugged their necks, I knew in my heart that I was making one of the best choices of my life, but my gut told me that getting on this plane was a huge mistake. Wrestling with those conflicting thoughts and all the emotions that come with them left me pretty drained. I arrived in Prague on Wednesday night, worn out from the traveling and still in a bit of shock at how relatively quickly I just overhauled my life. Once I got a chance to call the folks, I found out they had to put Luna down that morning which also happened to be their anniversary. She was a good dog - 17 years old. She'd been part of the family for half my life. After an emotionally draining start, I'm finding my stride here. I've officially moved into my ap...