I walked in to the place I have worked for the past 15 years yesterday, and quit.
I always hoped it would someday be my turn to stay at home with my children. I dreamed it would all work out for us, but I am not sure I ever believed it would. Good thing Paul always believes.
Yesterday my dream became a reality.
I walked out of that building a free woman, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I came home, and told Savannah I never had to go to work again...and she jumped up and down. When I was putting Sabrina to bed last night, I was excited thinking I wouldn't miss her bed time Monday through Friday like I did with the other two. I can't count how many times I told Paul thank you for making my dreams come true...that guy of mine is a keeper.
That place I went to for the past 15 years had a lot of memories, a lot of inside jokes, and more drama than I would like to admit.
I made a lot of really good friends, including my BFF. These people came to my wedding, visited me at the hospital when I had babies, helped us move, and delivered furniture when I bought it. We have gone on double dates with my coworkers and their spouses...and they have become my friends too. I have watched people quit, and have been sad when I have lost touch.
What it all comes down to is, I have more good to say than bad about this place I worked half my life at. I was able to support my little family when we were dead broke, and my house is filled with beautiful furniture I was able to buy because of my benefits.
I don't think that people thought I would ever quit...good thing I was able to prove them wrong. This new gig I started today is better than anything I have ever done.