Today was my last day at work. It felt weird, saying goodbye to these people that I saw nearly every day of my life for the past two years, knowing I would probably never see them again, and knowing that this part of my life was over. Not working with my team anymore, not sitting at my desk anymore. Everything was so final. I can honestly say that it didn’t feel that way right until today. I don’t think I really thought about it that way until today.
On my way home I was thinking about this town. It’s a small town and for the most part I didn’t enjoy living here very much, but there is some comfort in the familiar, isn’t there? And here, more than anything, I was more aware of the familiarity of things. Seeing the same mother take her child to the school many mornings. Seeing the same guy walk his dog nearly every day. Seeing the same two old men go for a walk in the morning as I was on my way to work. Seeing the same people work at the grocery store every day. Seeing the same man sell rotisserie chicken from a van every Friday.
Tomorrow I leave my apartment and this town. Most likely I will never return here. I never thought I would say this, but I think I will miss it.