Everyone knows how first days feel. Anxious and giddy, I’m never sure what to expect, but I always try to keep my cool and pretend that I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of person. It’s fun, it’s new, and it’s welcomed. Because first days mean that your life is progressing in some form or another.
But what about last days? How are you supposed to feel on last days? Some of the same things, probably, but a little sad, too. A little awkward, maybe.
Well, today is a last day, for me. I’m leaving the place I have worked for more than two years to start a new adventure in a new field. And I’m not sure how to feel.
I’m happy to be moving forward in life, obviously. Who isn’t? Next year is going to be a big one. A new job to start the year with, a husband to end the year with. I’m happy with the transition, I’m happy to be creating a life with H. But today is weird.
This morning, I had to park in a guest lot, because I have to turn my parking pass in by the end of the day. I have to visit the accounting office, which I haven’t done since my very first day here, more than two years ago. I have to pack up what is left of my belongings here, because I’m not coming back. Ever.
See, that’s weird.
I’m trying to view things in as positive a light as possible. Trying is key. Everything feels all jumbled and strange.
But Monday starts a new adventure for me!