Today starts my last week at my current place of work. I'm not leaving the company. I'm just going to move to a different location. Actually, I am going to be opening our latest one. Opening is a month away but I have lots to plan. I actually have two weeks to plan it all, starting today. But as is always the case, I still have to finish off my duties at my current place.
There's something very bittersweet about leaving. This would be the second time I have. The first time, I was definitely more excited. Probably because I was leaving a situation that I needed to get out of. Now, I am leaving for different reasons. Good ones. But I still feel.... meh. The other evening, the husband told me that our neighbor sent her congrats and was excited for me. I wish I could share that excitement.
So, here I am. I week away from the hard work. I am looking forward to my part. I'm looking forward to the new challenges. I am glad to be moving on. But why am I not ecstatic? It certainly is not because I am leaving good people behind. Or going to work for jerks. Maybe in the next few days, I will figure out why. I reminded myself that things always happen for a reason. I hope I figure it out soon. Later.