One More.

This is it. Tonight I drive in for my very last shift. My commute next week will take me roughly 7 mins by bicycle, and when I get off work, I only have to cross the street and I am on the dyke by the ocean.

I'm taking my retirement from youth worker seriously: biking to work, spending my days on the golf course and my evenings on the beach. I'll be that pretentious artist sketching and painting on the beach. 

Leaving my job tomorrow will be hard, but I've come a looooong way over the past few weeks and have begun to "turn the corner" from feeling very broken to getting excited about the future.

As soon as Kwantlen receives my transcript, it looks like I'm "in"- meaning that I've jumped through one of three hoops on my way to entering the interior design program.