Saturday, June 1, 2013

One last Bender

One place I've always loved is Bend, OR. It reminds me so much of Evergreen, where I grew up. The climate is much drier than Portland and there's always some sort of festival or race or hike to do. Plus there's some really great restaurants we like to enjoy too. So when Roy asked Mark and I to volunteer at the Sister's Stampede- a local mountain bike race- we didn't hesitate.

Bend has a great dog park right on the river. It has a swimming spot, which Lucy is still too wimpy to jump in. But she loves to get her little paw wet and watch the other dogs swim by.

The race was fun, but chilly. We directed the racers at an intersection. It was pretty cool to watch these riders- they are in way better shape than I will ever be. We were very important because we got the wear neon yellow shirts. 

Lucy got to run free in the meadow and we are proud to announce she caught her first animal! It was a mole and holy cow, she was proud of herself! Unfortunately, she had more fun playing with it and wouldn't kill it. So Roy had to finish the job. It was sad, but hey, that's the circle of life. Don't worry, we had a proper burial for him. Lucy even said a few words at the funeral. RIP little buddy.


One down, countless to go

Well, its all over. Yesterday was my last day at work. I was so busy all week I didn't have a chance to really let it sink in. On Thursday, I worked at our East Portland office and I had a very odd moment standing in the elevator alone holding my box full of random desk supplies.
Yesterday my 3 co-workers took me to lunch at New Seasons. We chatted, talked about my upcoming trip and they presented me with a nice card and a bottle of sunscreen (yes, I get it already). Then it was back to the office where I signed some papers and they took my badge. After a couple hugs and cleaning out the last of my desk, I was gone. I didn't even cry! I got a bit teary walking to my car, but was proud of myself for holding it together.
Then I got home.
And Mark hugged me. And it was all over. I think I was in the fetal position on the living room floor for about 20 minutes. Tears of sadness, of fear, of relief. But mostly tears because I am now dependent on Mark for my survival. I don't have a job and that is a really scary feeling. I never wanted to be dependent on anyone and giving up so much for him is a really scary leap.
But, I'm leaving in 36 hours for my great European Adventure! I still don't think it's hit me that I'm going to be in Europe with my best friend. I'm very excited!
I feel like this is the first of many big changes and I'm nervous and anxious and excited and scared to see what the next 4 months hold for me. But I'm glad I have a wonderful, supportive sugar daddy fiancé to stand beside me.