Only one more day in the office. I’ve been counting the days for a while, but there is a certain satisfaction in getting to that last one. I expect there will be a lot of things that I’ll miss, but the little kid inside me can’t wait to go exploring so I’m not focusing on those things too much at the moment. This is the way I wanted to leave: a lot of the key things that I needed to get done are either done or very nearly there. I’ll spend my last day at work saying goodbyes and tidying up those last few things. I’m feeling pretty good about that.
It looks like I’ll catch a ferry back to the island on Sunday. Weather permitting, dad will have some hay bailed and waiting in the field for me on the farm. That part of it I’m feeling less good about, but I suppose it’ll be a nice change.
Wright After Reading 