Leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again...
Ok so the title is a bit far from the truth but I am indeed leaving. I am quiting the big smoke that is London, moving away from Kent and all that I have ever known and instead swapping it for the north. Am I scared? Not really. I don’t feel like I have anything to be worried about. I’m moving in with my lovely boyfriend and his mental cat, taking Aggy McBun with me and starting my new life, richer in money and in love.
Today has been a bit of an enlightening day as a whole as it’s been a bit of an eye opener. My team got told in our meeting that I am leaving and I also told one of our major clients that I’d be going onto a new job. The look on their faces and their genuine disappointment at my leaving was actually surprising. I had no idea that I’d be missed as much as they’re saying they will.
Dharmesh was singing “I can’t live if living is without you” today and Franky is proposing he has a cardboard cut out in my place to make sure he doesn’t miss me too much.
Gemma was upset that our team elevensies would be no more (“Who’s going to make the cake!”) and on returning from my meeting Mona and Franky stated it had been too quiet without me.
Even people who I’d not spoken to or spent time with in a while were asking to go for lunch and catch up.
I guess though it made me appreciate how much of an impact I had made and I’m glad I’m going out on a high. Nothing could be better than that. :)
