The End Is Where We Start From
Last day of work, last Friday in Mass. It's now finally sinking in. I just...where the hell did the time go?
Leaving work was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I've been there for three years, in two different departments, and all day I got hugs and phone calls and people telling me how much I'd truly be missed. I was even told that if I ever came back, there would always be a job open for me. So many people gave me cards, gifts and money. It's never something you expect, and I certainly did not, at all. I'm actually glad I held it together for most of the day, but at 3:30 when some of my co-workers started to leave and they were crying, yeah, that's when I started.
On the other side of things is my mother, who is damn near giddy about me coming home for at least the next year. Matt's already set up plans for next Friday. Mandy and the other Shannon are clamoring for visits.
It's not going to be easy. I'm 26 years old. I've not lived with my mother since I was 18. I'm going to have a massive loss of independence. I won't have a job. I won't be able to just hop on the T and disappear in the city to clear my head. There will be very few cool, beautiful Autumn Days.
But there will be family and support. There will be friends I've known for years and a whole gaggle of people I don't have to explain my family story and history to. There will be new people, new jobs, and a whole new round of grad school applications for UGW and NCSU and, possibly, Tulane.
I'm going to miss Quincy and Boston. I don't regret the insane twists and turns of life that brought me here for my Master's degree. I don't regret the fact that I dropped my thesis and settled for a Capstone b/c part of growing up is realizing when you have to stop, when you have to take a step back, and ultimately, when you have to leave.
So here we go, once more into the breach, a whole brave new world out in front of me.
I always did like jumping in blind.
Leaving work was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I've been there for three years, in two different departments, and all day I got hugs and phone calls and people telling me how much I'd truly be missed. I was even told that if I ever came back, there would always be a job open for me. So many people gave me cards, gifts and money. It's never something you expect, and I certainly did not, at all. I'm actually glad I held it together for most of the day, but at 3:30 when some of my co-workers started to leave and they were crying, yeah, that's when I started.
On the other side of things is my mother, who is damn near giddy about me coming home for at least the next year. Matt's already set up plans for next Friday. Mandy and the other Shannon are clamoring for visits.
It's not going to be easy. I'm 26 years old. I've not lived with my mother since I was 18. I'm going to have a massive loss of independence. I won't have a job. I won't be able to just hop on the T and disappear in the city to clear my head. There will be very few cool, beautiful Autumn Days.
But there will be family and support. There will be friends I've known for years and a whole gaggle of people I don't have to explain my family story and history to. There will be new people, new jobs, and a whole new round of grad school applications for UGW and NCSU and, possibly, Tulane.
I'm going to miss Quincy and Boston. I don't regret the insane twists and turns of life that brought me here for my Master's degree. I don't regret the fact that I dropped my thesis and settled for a Capstone b/c part of growing up is realizing when you have to stop, when you have to take a step back, and ultimately, when you have to leave.
So here we go, once more into the breach, a whole brave new world out in front of me.
I always did like jumping in blind.