I hate leaving a place that I know so well, thinking, "this will be the last time I ever see this view from this perspective", as someone who belonged. I know myself, and it hurts me a little to return to places where I've belonged when I don't belong any more, after I've moved along.
It's a hard place to leave. I am telling myself that I'm lucky that I had the chance to do that and now I have the chance to do this, too.
And it's been wonderful so far. At home, with my sweet girls, I don't miss the office routine at all.
January was a month of transition, I was splitting my time between organizing my work files and organizing our house. There's still a bit to do but the house, and my heart, feel a bit lighter, more open. Ready for this new life.
So here it goes!