I’m sitting at work, at my desk… my empty desk.  The day has been spent going through paperwork and memory-filled-cards and mementoes from the past five years.   I have sorted through my professional life and what is left to this point sits in an assortment of boxes on my office floor.

I am leaving my job this week. Pandora keeps reminding me with song titles like, Let Go, Opportunity to Cry, Be OK, and Only Hope.  This has been a job I have loved and one that has loved me.  I have worked in student life at Azusa Pacific University for five years.  Five years. In my short life, that is a large amount of time.  The opportunity to work here has launched my career, taught me more lessons than I can count and shaped me into the person I am today.

This month marks the end of my first decade as a New Yorker. It's really strange to think that I have been here for ten years. So many things have filled those years - incredible experiences and adventures, relationships and heartbreaks. 

Since I have been journaling since I was nine, I thought it would be fun to go back and read through the things I wrote during that first year, and since sharing an experience only increases your enjoyment of it, I thought it would be extra fun to share my journal entries (at least, portions of them) with my friends on Conversant Life. 

So for the next year or so, I'll periodically share entries from my journals. Join me as I re-visit Christy Tennant, age 23...

2/2/99

I am so out of touch with this journal! Without going into every detail (hopefully memory will serve...), I am now all set to move to NYC next week. I am not going to be in Hoboken with Shaun; instead, I am going to sublet Kim C.'s apt. in Manhattan for 3 months while she is in Wisconsin doing Show Boat. The rent is going to be $500, which I am very nervous about - its the most I've ever had to pay! But apparently the location is superb, so it should be great...