Well it’s official! I have one month of work left. Say what??

It feel like yesterday I was looking at the calendar and being in awe I had 6 months left. Now it’s down to one. Crazy.

I am finding myself getting a bit pre-nostalgic these days. While my job definitely isn’t perfect, I do enjoy it. I’m not leaving a corporate 9-5 cubical job where the unnecessarily bright lights give me a headache and I tick off the minutes I have left on a scrap piece of paper. I work outside all day long, I keep pretty physically active during the day, and I work with dolphins so overall not exactly a bad gig.

But this dream of travel has been nagging at me for so long now matter how much I like my career and the animals I work with this needs to happen. For me. And I feel like if I don’t do it now I won’t do it at all.

So here I am with a month left. I haven’t told my boss yet but a few of my co-workers do know and while they’re sad I’m leaving they’re also excited for me. They think I’m a few french fries short of a happy meal for going alone but they’re supportive and just all around awesome.

Here’s to hoping my final month goes by at a reasonable pace - not too fast, not too slow. I will miss the gorgeous sunrises every morning though.