Humble Pie

What a crazy couple of weeks. Getting ready to move is just as exhausting as I thought it would be, as evidence by all this mess!!

Messy, Messy, Messy

But I'm making progress. Check out my poor paltry pantry.

Almost empty, woooo

In between all of the packing and sorting, I've been eating a lot of humble pie. First up, there was a farewell dinner with my boss and employee (who's taking over my job) at Vinology. It was a very nice dinner, but I wasn't prepared yet for the reality of a goodbye. Thankfully the dinner had to take place almost 3 weeks ago due to my boss's travel schedule, so the fact that I was leaving never really sunk in.

Humble Vinology

Next up, I had one last brunch with a few girlfriends from high school that traveled from afar to meet me at the Common Grill in Chelsea. It was a lovely afternoon chatting, toasting, and later catching a local play, staring appropriately enough, another HS friend who lives in NYC. What really blew me away though, was a surprise gift from the lovely Erin Fleck. She somehow managed to compile information from all her NYC/Brooklyn friends, and MADE me a guidebook to my new hometown. There were almost tears. I can't believe her thoughtfulness and all the time she must have spent creating it. All for little ole' me! My second helping of humble pie was served.

Guidebook Extraordinaire

My final helping of humble pie came this morning at my last ever M&M conference. I don't like to talk about my work in public very much, but one of my group's major functions is running the Anesthesia department's weekly morbidity and mortality conference. The consistent early morning 4:45am wake-up has been a bit of a challenge for me as of late, but deep down, I love the conference itself and what happens there. I was left speechless today when the Director gave me a farewell speech and brought out cake! So of course I had a big ole' slice of humble piecake. Nothing like chocolate and frosting to start your morning off, right? U of M holds a special place in my heart though, and just thinking about not working there anymore makes me want to burst out into tears.

M&M and humble piecake

I guess the craziest thing about all of these last few events, is that the move is now officially a reality. My last day of work is 3 days away. The house is half packed and scary empty. I'm finallly faced with saying the goodbyes I've been ignoring for so long. Waaaaaaaahhhhh.