An early departure

Well, this is it. I’m leaving.

It’s a few days earlier than I expected but there’s no sense postponing the inevitable.

I’ve been spending all morning throwing out documents, notes and junk I’ve accumulated over nine years. I had taken over two large drawers, a rolling file cabinet and three shelves.

And it was all gone within three hours.

Funny thing is, I really don’t have much feeling about leaving. My hands are shaking a little from nervous excitement, but I thought I would have more emotion. I mean, geez, I cried when I quit a job that had me commuting three hours a day to work a midnight shift.

But I didn’t shed a tear today. I don’t expect to shed one tomorrow either.

Maybe it’s because I know what’s waiting for me.