I turned 36 last week. And the clock ticks on.
I have three weeks and one day until I move across the world. Tick, tick, tick...
And yesterday I realized the time here is passing so quickly, and I can't stop that darn clock.
I cried. I wept. I sobbed. Mostly to myself. A little at the pool. (Luckily, water on my face can be seen as just water from the pool) I even cried to my dad, accidentally (he happened to call mid cry) who told me to
"Suck it up, Teresa"
"Suck it up, Teresa"
Just for the record. I have been "sucking it up" everyday for nearly five months. I don't believe in crying if you can help it.
And yesterday, I couldn't help it.
Sometimes you just have to cry.
The long list of goodbye's has begun, and I don't like it.
Not one bit.
