today is my last day at the paper. i’m sad. and scared. i’ve been a journalist for four years, and now, though i’ll still be a journalist, it won’t be the same. i’ll be writing three-sentence stories instead of 15-inch stories. i don’t want to stop writing. i’ll have to find some way to continue. maybe i’ll start freelancing.
on a brighter note, this weekend will be mucho fun. tomorrow we’re going to my parents’ house for my dad’s birthday. he *loves* harry and david, and when i saw a harry and david store a few weekends ago, joe and i decided to make him a basket. we got his favorite fruit flavored chocolates, chocolate truffles, nuts and a coffee mug in a pretty basket. i know he’ll love it.
on saturday we’ll head down to atlanta to celebrate our one-year anniversary. we’re going to muck around during the day (joe promised me lunch at johnny rockets, one of my favorite restaurants. they make a fantastic veggie burger) and then he has a fancy schmancy night planned with dinner at the palm and a night at the atlanta marriott marquis.
on sunday we’re stopping on our way home to have brunch with lori, a friend of joe’s from work, and her husband. then it’s back to cartersville to relax with the crazy kitties and prepare for my first day at the new job!
i’m so excited. bring on the weekend!
