It is never as strange as you might seem leaving a place of work and then going back to it the very next week to continue what you were supposed to leave.
Everyone says goodbye, you get the card and (actually a very nice bottle of whisky) and off you toddle. Strange then when you return to finish what you were supposed to do that everyone keeps saying, ‘oh, I thought you’d left!’
Such is life. But leaving everything behind is not as unpleasant as it seems to start with. Bills came in today that I know I wont see paid, that at least gave me a sense of departure, but mostly it is the comforting feeling that nothing will be the same again. Comforting? Well, yes, really. The end of the end can only be described as an opportunity to begin again. New friends, new places, and no paperwork, well not much, well not the same, well more interesting paperwork anyway!
