Missing the Hated?
So as I relax (or actually pack and run errands) on my first official day as an Allergy Associates alumni, I almost find myself missing the darn place.
Almost.
Probably it's just missing the constant interaction with people. And the idea that you're working, putting in your time, earning a living like a responsible grown-up. It's a good feeling to wake up every day knowing that people are relying on you to be somewhere and to do a job. It's also good that people expect you there at a certain time, because I only have SO much self-discipline when it comes to waking up early when I don't have somewhere to be.
So here I am, literally (and figuratively) packing up my life; one adventure in a different continent and then another whole set of adventures in a city far away from home.
But at least I won't get typhoid on any of these adventures because I got the vaccine today. Ouch!
Almost.
Probably it's just missing the constant interaction with people. And the idea that you're working, putting in your time, earning a living like a responsible grown-up. It's a good feeling to wake up every day knowing that people are relying on you to be somewhere and to do a job. It's also good that people expect you there at a certain time, because I only have SO much self-discipline when it comes to waking up early when I don't have somewhere to be.
So here I am, literally (and figuratively) packing up my life; one adventure in a different continent and then another whole set of adventures in a city far away from home.
But at least I won't get typhoid on any of these adventures because I got the vaccine today. Ouch!