…and it’s pretty weird. Every time I turn my key in the lock, I wonder if it will be the last time. This morning, when I pulled into my parking spot under the building, I realized it was the last time. Got my last Diet Dr Pepper from the cafeteria just now.
All of this is interesting, and I keep wondering why there’s not more emotion tied to it. I don’t really feel anything, except a vague sense of relief.
I’m planning to lay around for the rest of this week, and then get busy. I have a business to build, and I’m VERY excited about that!