Yesterday was kind of incredible.
It was my last day at work. And I survived! The kind of day I had, I wouldn't wish on anyone, but even the longest closed-door meeting has to end eventually. I shut down my computer, wiped the berry, turned off my desk lamp. I was done.
My boss actually gave me a really sweet champagne reception at the end of the day. And then several of my co-workers took me out for a truly impressive send-off at a couple of my favorite DC watering holes. And my Caps pulled ahead in the quarterfinals, 3-1.
Today I woke up in a panic, thinking that I was late. I laid there and thought about not having an office to drive to anymore. No more waking up and reaching for my blackberry before I even get out of bed. No more hour and a half commute. Man, that commute really freaking blew.
It's hard to say how I feel. I'd been with this job for almost five years. That's longer by far than any relationship I've ever had. Irrationally, now that I really think about it, it does feel kind of like that -- like ending a relationship. There are quite a few people I said goodbye to that I will miss. We had a lot of good times over the years, and made a lot of memories.
Fate is not without a sense of timing, because as I was wrapping up my last day in a DC office, I recieved the most important email since the one where I was told I'd been accepted into the program.
They've booked my flight. I leave at 10:55 PM, April 29 out of Dulles. Connecting in Istanbul, and finally touching down in Tbilisi.
No turning back now. And I'll make my way back home when I learn to fly.