For the last 29 days, I’ve known I was leaving, but it never really felt like real life until now. I think subconsciously I was thinking, “This can’t be real,” or, “I’m going to wake up any minute now.” But no matter how many times I pinch myself, I keep coming to the same conclusion.
It’s over.
No long goodbyes. No tears. No calls. No texts. No Slacks.
Just silence.
It’s been one he-l of a run. I’d be lying if I said a part of me won’t miss it, but I’ve got to move on.
Here’s to bigger and brighter things.
So long.
Farewell.