I'm back in my house in the Netherlands for the weekend (in case you missed the news, I'm living temporarily in southern Belgium). I had decided to make the trip up here even before I found out I needed to check on some issues at the new building (so I can claim this as an official work trip) and before I realized that Monday is a US holiday. So I'm here until Tuesday morning.
It was really nice coming back here today but it also made me angry. I don't want to leave! I've only lived in 3 other places as long as or longer than I've lived
here and one of those was the house I grew up in (where my parents still
live). And I love it here. Never mind the fact that I've been here longer than expected. I don't think I should have to leave. It's not my fault that there's no more work for me here. I don't see why that should mean I can't stay! I'm really not happy with this whole leaving situation. I've known it was coming for a while but that hasn't made it any easier. I tried throwing a 3-year old-style tantrum but it didn't seem to change the fact that I have less than 2 months left here.
I'm. Not. Ready. I will not be ready regardless of how much time elapses. I do NOT want to leave!