It’s ok, it was my choice to leave, and I’ve known for almost five months that this day was coming. Did the goodbyes to everyone I’ve worked with the last couple of years, did the exit interview, had the lunch and it’s off to a new phase of my life.
Tomorrow, I move. Wow. I’ve never moved somewhere without it being a job transfer (at least since I went off for college), and it’s strange. I know this is the right thing to do, but somehow I don’t think it’s kicked in yet that at this time tomorrow, I’ll be moving into a new apartment in a new city, and be getting ready to start school again. I think it’ll kick in Monday when I don’t have to get up at 5AM to go in to work. When I don’t have anywhere I have to be.
One of the accountants at my (as of today) former job kept telling me that it’s incredibly brave that I’m doing this. I don’t feel like it’s brave, but what I have to do, that it’s something I’ll regret if I don’t do it now. So I’m doing it.
Wow.
