Today I had a customer who is a friend of my grandparents and who has known me since I was a toddler. She is said how much she's going to miss me and she just didn't stop when I tried to not talk about it. Of course, this made me cry. The next customer provided some much-appreciated comic relief by saying, 'I know; it's all my fault. I'll try to be better about it next time.' It made me laugh, but I still don't feel any better about leaving and about not being able to say anything to the first woman. A coworker told me that she's really going to miss me and I just couldn't say anything to her. I know that I've helped her a lot in the past and that she comes to me if she's got something she doesn't know how to handle. That means a lot to me and I feel bad because i can't tell her how much I'm going to miss her too.
I have since become more adjusted to the idea, but it still wrenches me in all sorts of different directions; I am not at all concerned about the idea of moving out of our junk pile, but it scares me that I will not really have anywhere to go anymore if things go down the tubes.
I'm almost 28 years old--why can't I throw my security blanket in the trash where it belongs?