Guilt, guilt, and more guilt

I've begun packing, sorting, donating, ect. I still haven't fully grasped that I'm moving back, but at the same time I'm getting really excited about it. My plan was to stay out here for 2 years, and I stayed for 1. I'm ok with it. I really miss my friends and my family back home, and I think things would have been different too, if I'd been able to afford to go home more often than once a year.

Charlie doesn't know what to think of any of this. He's been doing well lately, though it seems that my training still has a ways to go. I thought it would be a good idea to bring him with me yesterday when I stopped into work.... I do not know what I was thinking! Too many strange people for an insecure dog. And I'm learning that it doesn't work to tell people to stay away from petting his head. It's too instinctual to pet a dog's head. So yes, in short, he definitely bit my coworker. Not a bad bite at all, but I've been feeling incredibly guilty ever since. Ultimately, it was a reality check of the worst kind. He needs to wear his muzzle when he's around people he doesn't know. Period. I have terrible guilt when it comes to Charlie's acting out. It makes me wonder what I'll be like as a parent.

I said a few goodbyes yesterday. A goodbye dinner with my sponsor was the hardest. She has been one of the greatest mentors I've ever had besides my parents. I love her and will miss her tremendously.

Today--- more packing, sorting, and labelling for the garage sale I'm having on Saturday. I also need to plan for my drive back. It will be a 5 day trip, 30 hours in total. I'm taking a different route than the one that I came so that I can go through New Mexico, since I've always wanted to go there. So the itinerary so far is: Phoenix, Albuquerque, Denver, Lincoln, and then home. I leave in exactly one week from today. Obviously the emotions are mixed, but I'm truly stoked for the road trip part!