You know, I'm finishing the last hour at my job. I'm about to walk out of here for the last time. (turned in my key so no more walking in)I really thought I would be jumping for joy, singing and dancing. But I'm not. It's not that I'll miss this particular building or business. But I think I will miss all the woman who have driven me crazy for the last year.
Also looking at it up close, sure this step is ending, but it's just that- a step. We have so many steps in front of us. This is just a big one, and we're embarking on so many more. Life just looks like a series of steps right now. Like a apartment building and I live on the top floor with no elevator.