LAST DAY. FIRST DAY

On the last day I drove to work. I answered some emails. I said goodbye to some good friends.

On the last day I gave a speech about what I would miss, what I wouldn’t miss and what I learnt.

On the last day I ate carrot cake and sausage rolls and chocolate cake and corn chips and prawn dumplings.

On the last day passed on of my projects, handed over my work and gave my team their final brief.

On the last day threw out stuff I didn’t need, kept stuff I did need, put the stuff I was taking home in a box and cleaned my desk.

On the last day there were lots of hugs, just as many kisses, too many ‘good lucks’ to count and a few tears. 

Then I picked up my box and my plant and drove home.

On the first day I slept in.

         I ate a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast.

         I checked Gmail and Facebook.

         I watched some day time TV.

         I did some yoga.

         I sat in the sun.

         I walked around my garden.

         I watched my chickens and collected their eggs.

         I hugged my dog.

         I kissed my husband.

         I had a nap.

         I took a deep breath.

         I closed my eyes.

         It was the right decision.