Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Today is a sad day. There really isn't a better adjective to describe it than "sad". Last night was my last shift working with Caralyn (my travel nurse buddy) who bravely convinced me to move to New York with her back in April. But first let's rewind and provide the foundation to why this day is so sad. 

It really all started on a trip with her to San Francisco for New Years Eve 2015. We arrived to DFW Love airport for our flight. I had worked with Caralyn at this point for almost three years now at Baylor Dallas in the ED, but at this point we hadn't hung out that much outside of work. Immediately after checking through security and re-dressing ourselves, it was like we were one person. In unison we both stated we wanted mimosas. I had an instinct at this moment that,"Hey I like this girl!" The entire trip was filled with spontaneity and adventure and definitely one I will always remember. There is a saying that says you will really get to know someone once you travel with them. This NYE travel adventure was only a sneak peak at what was to come down the road. 

Caralyn and I got back from the trip and back to our normal lives. Long story short, both of us had events happen with boys that we wanted to get away from Texas and start fresh. (Our theme song click here!) One night Caralyn casually mentioned travel nursing to me. She said that her and I traveled so well together to San Francisco and why don't we do travel nursing together. It made complete sense. Every bone in my body was petrified of the idea of leaving my comfort zone. 

Okay, travel nursing here we come. Then came the actual process of making this idea a reality. The paperwork that consisted to get our New York nursing license. The interviews and phone calls to make sure everything was completed on time was time consuming and stressful. Moving, shipping, packing our lives into suitcases. Finding where to go for orientation, or better yet how to even take the train to the hospital, then getting acclimated to the new job. My point is I could not have done this alone. No, let me restate that I would not have done this alone if it wasn't for Caralyn. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for this girl.

We have danced on tables together, drank champagne while watching the NBA finals, been hit by a car (yes this is true), screamed at the subway rats, danced to One Direction in the streets of the city, made millions of SnapChats, been total tourists, mastered the subway (well kind of), pigged out on delicious New York City bagels, had heart to heart talks while walking to and from work, there is so much more that I will cherish from these last 13 weeks that I haven't or couldn't list. So yes today is sad, because she is leaving for Arizona. While I have chosen to extend my stay here in New York. 

 I no longer have the instinct that "Hey I like this girl!" It's now, "Hey I love this girl and I'm going to miss the crap out of her."