One chapter closes while another one opens.

My last day was yesterday. It was hard packing everything up. My teapot. My 100 pounds of tea. My cards and knickknacks and so many pens… they all had to go home with me. I stared at my desk for a minute at the end of the day with wet eyes.

“This is stupid,” I thought. “You wanted to leave. You chose to leave. And work wasn’t always a bed of roses.”

Despite all the bad and all the strange happenings coming from a seemingly endless void, I really loved the people I worked with. I can honestly call almost all of them friends. I would not feel awkward to tell them anything they wanted to know. I could be myself at work. I could walk around with light-up antennae and no one would bat an eye. Better yet, no one told me to take the silly headband off.

I could make people laugh. Smile. It made the repetitive, mundane work more bearable because I was around the people I loved.

That’s why at 5 o’clock I was crying silently at my empty desk. I didn’t mind leaving my job, but leaving all my friends… that was something I didn’t prepare myself for.

I will miss you guys. I’m glad the 20 of us could go out for one last Friday lunch together and be silly, talking as if nothing was going to happen that day. It was all smiles, laughter and well-wishes.

I am thankful to have people supporting me and the decision I have made. I never would have thought one person could matter so much to so many. It’s given me more faith in mankind. A selfish reason? Most likely. But it’s faith nevertheless.

Love you guys.

4 Shout Outs

Written with sadness by Nichole.
Filed away under friends, starving artist, work