jumping off the boathouse
I finished an assignment in Dayton, Ohio last Thursday, and this past Thursday started my new assignment in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I was sad to leave Dayton and the great group of nurses I worked with. I was happy to be going back to Baton Rouge to work with the great nurses there. Holding happy and sad in the same hand at the same time feels odd. Sad to leave Dayton; happy to get to Baton Rouge. Sad to be so far away from my kids; happy to be in BR near my mom, brother and lifelong friends. Change. I hate change. Change is what travel nursing is all about, right? That's the gig I signed up for. I can choose NOT to be a travel nurse and make the necessary adjustments to my life - but (and I swear this is true) the thought of being stuck in a typical 9-5 Monday-Friday job with 2 weeks of paid time off a year sounds dreadful. What? Yes. D R E A D F U L. I like the freedom travel nursing brings. Even though I hate change. Let's just leave it as I am "