Tomorrow is my last day at work. It feels strange, kind of unreal. I’m not sure how I’m going to feel tomorrow. I haven’t felt sad yet, it’s still so much to do so I haven’t really grasped the fact that I’m actually doing my last day of work tomorrow. The last few weeks have both dragged by slowly, and rushed past so quickly that I haven’t had time to think.
The thing about working in a city where I don’t have any family, and my best friend is moving as well, is that I might never see it again. When I leave this city later this week, it might be the last time, ever, I see it. Tomorrow might be the last time ever I see a lot of people I’ve seen almost every day for two and a half years… Like I said; strange and unreal.
I’ll let you know how I feel when I know it.