(the last day at work)

Today, Thursday 14 July is, or should I say was, my last day at work. 1.00 pm to be precise.

To be honest, it was like any other day in a lot of ways. People around me carried on doing their jobs and living their lives. At some point during the morning I realised that not much was really going to change in my absence.

I won’t miss it. I haven’t worked there long enough to miss it. The people there are great, my parting gift was generous, over-generous, but three years isn’t enough time to feel emotional about leaving.

And so the next chapter begins. Is it a big deal? Is it weird, or normal? Is it scary, or exciting? Truth is I don’t know how I feel right now.

All I know is I don’t have to go back to work tomorrow, next week or next month. I don’t have to go back to work – ever.