My explanation for moving has crystallized into an oratory about family priorities and freedom from restrictive vacation policy. I'm boring myself to death and probably everyone else. Although as I tell women of a certain age my story of freedom, they look at me like Debra Winger in An Officer and a Gentleman, being carried off the factory floor by an officer dressed in white. I don't think too many people leave my health system willingly before retirement. And even those nurses that retire seem apologetic about it. Like they are letting down the team. Organizational culture is strong where I work, and it used to be an organization where people worked for their whole careers. I'm not sure now that the unions are gone that employees will still feel that same security or allegiance in the future.
Summer is done, fall is a welcome change as always. The garden is brown, the mums are for sale, the geese are flying, and the local produce, apples.
