The first lasts

As I walked to the gym at work tonight, I shed a few tears. Yeah, I cried. But just a little.

It was the last time I'd work out there. No, I didn't cry because my relationship with the treadmill there will be ending.

A lot has happened during the past year. I graduated from college, landed the most fantastic internship ever, got engaged, made an adult decision to move to Minneapolis and start my days as a married woman there.

Maybe I'm mourning my lasts in Washington.