A roller coaster week…

Emotionally that is…

I don’t even know where to begin…as my brain has lost its ability to think…

Last Friday I got an e.mail offering me a summer research position with a company I would like to work with. No, I did not apply for this. It was 110% unexpected. Yes, I did want to take this opportunity.

Sunday, the US Coast Guard Command Center in St. Pete called me. My friend’s paddle board had been found. He wasn’t with it.

Monday: The search was still going on. My advisor/boss yelled at me, accusing me of having been planning on this position (even though I had been planning my summer in Tampa), in addition to many other things. Ensue crying. Finally get her to sign off…I’m moving to Michigan in less than a week. Ensue small panic

Monday night, the search was suspended. My friend hadn’t been found.

Wednesday: My friend’s vigil. I still can’t believe he’s gone. I kept thinking he would just show up; he never did. Why are some chosen to leave this Earth much too early?

Thursday: Oh yeah, I’m moving to Michigan on Sunday. I should probably pack up my life, in addition to seeing everyone before I leave. And getting work done. And dealing with life.