Too rah loo rah too rah loo rah ay.

I’m humming the chorus to “Come on, Eileen” in my head to avoid freaking out about the fact that they’re interviewing my possible replacement today. Which means this whole quitting my job in the middle of the worst recession since the Great Depression is really happening.

I don’t regret the decision. I’m excited to move back to Indiana, and even more excited to finally live close enough to visit family on the weekends again.

I know it will be fine. Tony will find a job. I’ll find a job. We have plenty of money saved to pay the bills until that happens, and we have more family support there than we ever had here.

I just wish the next three months didn’t have to be so awkward. I feel like the girl who couldn’t find a place after the break-up, and I’m still sleeping on the couch while my ex brings dates home.

I just hope she’s not better at my job than I am.