The last day on the job was longer than I anticipated. It seemed in the morning like the never-ending day, as if there was something that needed to be completed and I couldn't think of what. But there was nothing, only the uncertainty of uncharted territory. There were many good byes and a few last minute things to finish up. The actual leaving, once the goodbyes were done, was amazingly quiet.
I'd notified everyone that needed to be and everyone that mattered to me (at least I hoped I contacted all the friends I've made through the years. And just as when I changed departments through the years, I keep in touch with the friends I've made. I don't think this will be much different - at least I hope.) So me and a good-size yucca plant navigated the gray concrete stairwell for the last time, emerged into an alley that has always reminded me of a backstreet in Bangkok, there is that same worn out and littered look to it, took a deep breath of air (as a good friend had advised) and headed for home. I only looked back once to where the building loomed, a nondescript, weathered slab of concrete.
Change is here and it tastes good.
The last day? It ended with - more surprises - and one of my fave foods - homemade spring rolls.
I've always loved change but I'm beginning to like surprises as well - lately they've been nothing but good. Even the power outage that had the good grace to occur after supper and forced a candle light ending.