On My Last Day at Work

It's my last day of work. I'm going in, going to finish up a few things, pack up my dry-erase calendar that I've updated every month for the past year, have lunch with the girls in my department, and say goodbye to everyone.

There were sometimes a few days (okay, maybe weeks) over the last two months where I felt like leaving my job was going to be easy. But now, on my last day, I'm realizing that it'll be harder than I thought. I've made some great friends, and I've enjoyed spending my days with them. I've learned a lot. And I will miss it.

I'm not good at goodbyes. They make me sadder than I need to be. I prefer to just announce the next time we'll see each other. I'll be back in Roanoke again in September, and even if I don't get around to visiting or seeing everyone, it will feel okay because I will be back. No going-away parties, please. It's the finality of a real goodbye that makes me anxious.

But a great thing about friendships is that you can take them with you.

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I'm spending the weekend with Melissa, who will be here this afternoon to visit for a few days. We have wedding things to discuss and cocktails to try, and just general chilling out and relaxing to do. I've been looking forward to this for a while.

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Wishing you a really great weekend.