When I quit my job at the CBC at the beginning of this leap, I started with somewhat of a leave of absence. I had wanted to test out this new life in France, but because there was a chance I wouldn't like it there, I never actually said goodbye.
THAT... is what I'm preparing to do tonight.
Up until this moment, I've always managed to slip away from jobs. I've said goodbye to whoever was around at the end of my last shift and tried to move on unnoticed. That way, I always thought, people might be less inclined to kick me out if I were found running around the building looking for work a few months later.
Tonight, I will open myself up to being kicked out... to having my departure made official. Not with a cake (one of my first jobs at the Citizen was to walk to the mall to pick up a heavy cake whenever someone left), but with facts over dinner.
Here they are: I'm leaving Ottawa. I'm going to live in France. I don't know what I'm going to do there yet. Work, yes, I'm sure. I'm going to start with the book. And I have no idea where that will lead. I'm scared. I'm worried. But I'm doing this.
(Right now, I'm saying this more to convince myself than anyone else.)
Lovely Awkward: A Year of Wine, Romance and Life Among the French
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