Last day, two days will be another a first day...

Well, the day I didn't think would come around so soon or come around at all. My last day. I spent too much money on a breakfast to kill the time as I wait for 8.55 to show on my phone and it's time to make movements to the front door of that office. I feel happy but it hasn't sunk in yet. Soon I'll be back along those familiar streets, I feel both bewildered and lucky. Jobs are not to be messed with, this is serious stuff and getting it wrong can cause more damage than you can first imagine. 

I've always maintained a belief that I will get something eventually, and if it takes a couple of months, well so be it. Of course, I forgot that this isn't just about me anymore, it's about me and Chris. He would have been seriously effected too and he was affected during the past four months or so. He only told me this after the news of my old job came through. I guess I was a little miffed he didn't share it at the time but now I see that it was for the best, as he didn't want to upset me or put any more pressure on me and it definitely would have done. 

I just want to get back to that strange normality and blend in again, get back to the grind, the saving, the same routines...