So, for those of you who don’t know already, last Friday was my last day at work. It was a crazy day, as all last days are, with lots of ups and downs and in-betweens.
For my part, I tried to keep an upbeat spirit about the whole thing. But I have to admit it got to me on occasion anyway. Like when my teammates (who are scattered across the country) convinced me to join a conference call using a rather dubious reason, only to surround me with virtual hugs and well wishes instead. I must admit that I puddled up. It was rather naughty of them, but it made me extremely happy.
I felt pretty free when I signed off for the last time. I looked forward to attending knit nite at Serial Knitters. I even enjoyed myself there and met some very interesting women. (I’ll definitely be attempting to make attendance a regular thing!) But I did descend into a mild sadness afterwards. Fiance did his best to cheer me up, supplying me with the friendly crowd and beverage I requested, but after a hearty try I took myself home instead.
Saturday was spent entirely on the couch, excepting the occasional trip to the freezer for the decadent ice cream I had procured for myself on a whim the day before. I ate it all. Didn’t share one bite, no matter how he begged and pleaded. It was all mine. And you know what? It worked. I don’t know how – maybe chocolate really can restore your spirits after a dementor attack – but I’m a convert.
Sunday we went for a beautiful hike (more on that later). Monday I launched back into job searching in earnest. On Tuesday I decided to tackle the large pile of boxes still taking up space in the living room – and managed to spend all day in fabulous physical activity setting my new home straight. Well, getting it straighter anyway. We are still by no means finished unpacking. On Wednesday I adventured out in search of the nearest driver’s licensing location and came out with a reasonably okay picture on a temporary license to prove my efforts successful. It looks like me, which is all that’s required for a license photo. On Thursday I adventured again, this time to downtown Seattle to have lunch with a very old friend from my Memphis days. I came back home thinking that one hour was not nearly enough time for us to visit with each other. We’ll have to either repeat more often or have them over for an afternoon one weekend.
This morning I’m reflecting on the transition I made last Friday and thinking that it’s been pretty smooth. I’m okay now, it was just a bump. I’ll go to knit nite tonight and socialize, and tomorrow I might get up and go hiking. Monday will start a new schedule and routine, so that I keep some comforting structure and don’t slip into the dregs again. Gotta keep busy! Getting stuff done makes me happy, and I have a lot on my to do list. 🙂